As Kathy and I were taking care of the dogs last night, we noticed something remarkable. Street lights. The street lights were coming on. And then the lights inside homes up the street also came on.
But not for our house, or for our neighbors. We still had a monster tangle of wires, oak trees and branches that blocked any attempt to energize our homes. It will take an army of chain saws and cranes and electricians to bring back the light.
The familiar hum of air conditioner compressors was now battling the roar of our gas generators. For those who don’t live in the south, this may seem unimportant. But for us, that hum means a return to normalcy. And it can’t come too soon.