Greetings From the Nineteenth Century
For the second time since we bought the house, we had to flee due to a lack of electricity, part of the gigantic East Coast blackout. As of this moment, they're apparently still arguing about what caused the outage (Canadian officials say it was lightning, Americans deny it).
We were right on the edge of the affected region-- some local towns never lost power at all, others are still out. Weirdly, some of the unaffected areas seem to be completely surrounded by blacked-out areas. I have no idea how that works. We lost power a bit after 4:00, and had it back by 9 or so. Kate and I passed the time by driving around looking for businesses that were still open.
People in Manhattan are not so lucky-- as far as I know, The City is still without power. Meanwhile, it must be hard to breathe in Basra from the stink of schadenfreude...
Here's hoping all our New York friends, relatives, and acquaintances make it through all right. The last thing The City needs is more stress...
(Relevant to the title I used a few posts back, I vividly remember the last major blackout that the New York area suffered, in July of 1977 (largely because we got into a traffic accident that night). Talking about it in the car earlier, we realized that Kate actually hadn't been born then. God, I feel old...)
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