CHAPTER SEVEN
This worn out heap of mine makes me feel like I’m in a sauna. d**k Minton, the mechanic who keeps this pile of metal running, tells me that in a couple of years the Nash/Kelvinator corporation will introduce the automobile industry’s first compact and affordable single-unit heating and air conditioning system with controls on the dash. Right now, I don’t care where the controls will be as long as I can have cool air to battle the daytime desert heat. How can the ace reporter of the Arizona Reporter be nothing but a sweat ball making his rounds to get a story? You can bet I’ll be at the head of the line for a new Nash when they hit the market.
I drive up North Central through rows of stately palm trees. On my left, I see the sign for the Winter Garden Manor. I go a half a bl
