But driving along the street home, I began to notice no lights in any windows. Power was out. The cul de sac was dark and the street was blocked half block up. Firetrucks guarded the intersection a half block from my place. I walked up in the rain to gawk, with others. The line had come down and was dangling on the far side of the street. Some people could not get home, unless walked by that line with a fireman. I guess maybe it was still hot. I asked what brought that down and someone said a transformer blew.
|That's a downed electric line drooping on either side of the street sign.|
|Working on the power line|
It was no big deal. I got out my camp lantern for light. And my sterno stove to make a hot drink, and finally, supper. And then about 8:00 p.m., with a jolt, on came the power.