When the temperature closes in on 95, as it did yesterday in New York, I put on Latin music. Growing up without air conditioning in Manhattan's Washington Heights in the 1960s, heat meant the thumping beat of a big square electric fan, a wash cloth, and hearing boogaloo and early salsa while walking down Broadway, especially from 175th to 158th streets.
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