Apr 13, 2009 22:14
you've never heard such war whoops of unadulterated joy as you do from your neighbors, huddled in a talkative, speculating cluster near the corner of the street watching the engineers work laboriously into the night, when suddenly the lights all come flooding back on at once.
You'd think we had won the collective neighborhood lottery, or something.
Naturally, roughly five seconds after the power came back, before I'd even had a chance to finish blowing out all the candles.. my mother called to ask me if we had power because she'd seen my neighborhood on the news.
Why is it that wherever I live, my neighborhood invariably ends up on the news?
In any case... yay power!
usually to me,
there goes the neighborhood