Warm Morning Gas Heater

My Aunt June and Uncle Pete used to have one of these in their cottage in Brewster Park

on Cape Cod. We lived year round on the Cape and thus our house had none of that delightfully

half assed aura (for lack of a better word) that a summer cottage had. A summer home smells

inherently different than and continuously occupied house. There's a funky, earthy smell that

overpowers the cooking/laundry and people smells that dominate an ordinary house. O.K.

so it's probably a cocktail of mold, mouse droppings, mildew and dust mites, but whatever it is

it has a special place in my heart. A key ingredient to that smell is heat, nothing, absolutely

nothing smells better than a summer home in Autumn (Indian Summer Here) on a cold morning

with the heater warming up (be it a Warm Morning as pictured or a Wood/Coal Stove) and

coffee and bacon on the stove. The only thing that might be better than that is listening to the

Red Sox in October on A.M. around a campfire on a transistor radio (borderline reception helps

here) civilisation is at it's sweetest when you have to work for it.