Hmmm... shortly after that post the sky collapsed, every tree in the neighborhood fell down, and three days later the power came back on.

Ten minutes ago, maybe. I was standing outside when whooping and clapping came through open windows. Then I saw the street light on. We did a hurricane round-up at the paper, thanks to about three generators and some warm beer. I wrote the parts about Ted's Hideaway (neighborhood bar, not to be confused with Ted the homeless man) and the pile-up/photo op on Alton Road. And the closing bit. It's still hard to get gasoline, and there's a boil-water order, but all in all the hurricane experience was not bad at all. I quite enjoyed the candle light, and once the storm passed the weather was gorgeous.