It’s been one wild weekend.
I’ll admit, when the power went out I was thinking the same thing most of you were thinking. We had been a victim of another terrorist strike. It was the most eerie feeling.
We slept in the RV Thursday night at the house. When it was obvious that the power wasn’t coming back on I loaded the RV and took the family to my parent’s house in the thumb region where the power never went off. I ended up returning on Friday night when the power was returning as I figured the radio station would be back up soon. I got power back @ about 12:45 a.m. Saturday.
Unbelievable how different the world looks without power. Your house seems lonely; your neighborhood is dark and intimidating, even your family doesn’t quite seem the same. Times of crisis are a great learning experience. You get a chance to see the best and the worst of people. The lines at the gas stations made me a little nervous. Sometimes I think that people are too easily spooked. Why line up for gas when you know the power will be back soon. The power outage here really helps you understand the frustrations of people in war torn countries like Iraq. We tend to take our services for granted. All in all I think people handled it well, but GOD help us if a terrorist nation decided to strike our power plants.