Words can’t express how charming it was–after spending a week in the cottage that my great-grandfather built on the ocean in Cape Elizabeth, Maine–to hear the pilot on our approach to DFW tell us that the temperature in Dallas was 102. Equally enchanting was returning to a house whose air conditioner had been off during that week. But FrontBurner makes everything better. Like the cool ocean breezes I can recall while staring all day at the web cam perched atop Portland Headlight (which lighthouse, by the by, was visible from the beach in front of that very cottage). Ahhh, looks to me like the tide’s out.