Samuari
Twice Blessed
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- Jul 20, 2000
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I have just returned to cyber space after a prolonged stay in the real world enforced by a blackout that was caused by 20 hours of freezing rain. Over night the worold became ice coated, glistening, beautiful. An occurence that is not too unusall here on the high plains, but this time it kept coming. Before it was over, the ice was up to 2 inches thick. trees were stripped of thier branches, if they were left standing at all, and most significantly, power was out for nearly 200,000 customers in Oklahoma alone.
My City of 55,000 was totaly dark, except for a few folks that had generators left over from Y2K, and a couple of merchants that had built natural gas fired generators into thier buildings. One of these was the only place that was able to pump gas for a 50 mile radius.
After 6 days now, 2500 poles have been replaced, and 70% of the town has power again, but there are rural folks that will not have service untill March. Sitting in the coffee shop you can hear many stories of generosity and kindness. My favorite is about a lady that refused to leave her home and go to a shelter. People would come by to check on her, knocking on her door, to rexcieve a rap or two on the window in return. On Monday, her 97th birthday, she was stirred to the strains of "Happy Birthday" and a donut with a candle in the center, and a thermos of hot soup.
I know that there a lot of you that have survived winter diasters lately. Let's hear your "Ice Tales".
My City of 55,000 was totaly dark, except for a few folks that had generators left over from Y2K, and a couple of merchants that had built natural gas fired generators into thier buildings. One of these was the only place that was able to pump gas for a 50 mile radius.
After 6 days now, 2500 poles have been replaced, and 70% of the town has power again, but there are rural folks that will not have service untill March. Sitting in the coffee shop you can hear many stories of generosity and kindness. My favorite is about a lady that refused to leave her home and go to a shelter. People would come by to check on her, knocking on her door, to rexcieve a rap or two on the window in return. On Monday, her 97th birthday, she was stirred to the strains of "Happy Birthday" and a donut with a candle in the center, and a thermos of hot soup.
I know that there a lot of you that have survived winter diasters lately. Let's hear your "Ice Tales".
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