Late last night, a tree went over near the Nazareth Library. This in turn hit some power lines, taking them down. As that happened, transformers here and there crackled and popped, and Nazareth descended into darkness. In the absence of TV, people were forced to step outside and actually talk to each other.
According to what one volunteer firefighter tells me, Met Ed will have the lights back on sometime between Midnight and Noon.
I am blogging now from one of my secret bunkers.
5 comments:
Bernie,
In our neighborhood we are out talking all the time. Sometimes we even stoop to talking with you. Now quit writing and fire up our lights!
Bill, Are you operating out a secret bunker, too?
So I'm guessing that the police were not able to watch TV anywhere in Nazareth?
Where did they go?
Freddy's house.
Nazareth is filled with qualitative people.
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