I fell asleep every summer night to the wobbling sound of a window fan — and I still do. I grew up in a modest two-story home typical of the 1960s and 1970s — red brick on the bottom, white aluminum siding on the top. There were four bedrooms upstairs and a master bedroom downstairs (my parents’ bedroom, which they added onto the back of our house in 1972). Only one house in our neighborhood had…