Harkening back to the old days when a trip to the outhouse to take care of nature's business, memories are revived of the cold winter night, the mosquitos of summertime and the good ole' Sears and Roebuck catalogs which were never thrown away after they expired.  If this quaint structure had been around during my early years, things would have been a lot more pleasant.

 

Not many outhouses had electric lights like this example does.  After all, why not?  How can one read holding a flashlight in one hand, a magazine in the other and still be able to turn the pages?  Hmmm, maybe an electric light is not needed 'cause I forgot about the mosquitos.