Years ago Mom burned the cauliflower--and pulled the chain that started the wall-mounted exhaust fan (nearing the last times anything like that ever got used--or even WORKED!--hence I would ride my bike past the four houses on our block (including ours), and the seven across the street from us & the seven around the block behind those, saying "Closed", "Open", "Open", "Closed", in viewing how many doors on those sides of the houses showed those fans (which by now all of probably fell into total dis-use) were on--even slowly peering up a driveway, with a little suspense in my voice saying: "OPEN!" (--maybe even Shouting)... Can't help but wonder if some grown person on a 10-speed riding in the street, that I saw, was mimicking me--he seemed to be saying that to himself, riding past the houses like I did... (Maybe not...)
Anyway, at my grandma's sister's house, my great-aunt Ruth, I noticed no exhaust fan in her kitchen--wall or ceiling, so asked what does she do when she burns the cauliflower (I asked my grandma that, after the incident--she said that she just juts opened a window) and she turned on this exhaust fan that was over her oven (I think she had a Fabulous 400 or Flair-type of stove, that years later I completely forgot what it got replaced with, or just never acknowledged a plain, ordinary cooking appliance taking its place, as much everything else--including a stacked washer & dryer, that I think replaced a stacked W&D) and gave a bashful "Wow!" when she turned it on...
-- Dave