I told my dad we had no hot water, and he mentioned that the tenement apartment he’d grown up in had never had hot water—unless they heated it in a kettle on the stove. I was surprised to hear this. Sure, my dad grew up a while ago, but I’d always associated “no hot water” with the Stone Age. Actually, I believe Fred Flintstone had hot water; I think he forced a dinosaur to ride a bicycle at gunpoint and somehow make it happen.
My dad said that when he joined the army, he was assigned to a cold barracks with coal-powered heat—but there was running hot water. Most of the other guys said the place was a dump, but hey, when he turned the faucet hot water came out! He thought it was luxury living.
Tomorrow we’re getting a new hot water heater installed. Right now the water is cold but I’m not complaining.