Chicago has some kind of law about turning on/off the boilers in apartment buildings. I was sooooo happy when the radiators came to life in the fall. Until this moment, we had been bundling up outside and couldn't get warmed up inside. What's that sound I hear? Clank-clank-clanking of the radiators announced the pending arrival of steam in a few minutes. The entire apartment smelled like someone was ironing clothes. Within an hour, we had stripped off certain clothing and opened all of the windows. Man, a little breeze flowing through the apartment while steam was radiating, was a singular moment of joy. Easily the best feeling in the world of temperature. Anyone else?