This thread reminds of going to visit my grandparents when I was a kid. They had a wood stove. Jess, my grandpa, liked it hot. He would fill that stove until it was glowing, literally. It is a wonder he didn't burn the house down. We would be outside with snow on the ground trying to cool off. It got so hot that candles about 30-35 ft away from the stove melted and fell over. The candles were those tall skinny candles. I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. It had to be in the mid 90's in his house. Jess loved it, the hotter the better. I'd give anything to sweat through another Saturday afternoon college football game with him in Nov. or Dec. and eat some of that home cooking,,,,rest his soul.