I live in Chelsea, New York and in case you hadn’t heard we’ve been in the dark since Monday night. I’ve been trying to channel my “Little House on the Prairie” attitude. I can now attest with complete certainty that the late 1800’s, early 1900’s and really any time before Thomas Edison invented electricity were not all that much fun. Still, it hasn’t been all that bad either. Neighbors have banned together and we are laughing a lot. People on the street have been kind. At night, you do get the feeling you’re in a bad movie and that Zombies will arrive at any moment.
Today I ventured uptown to a friends kitchen. I can work up here without having to watch how much power I have left or if there are any bars on my phone. Cell service is down too. For the past two days I’ve been huddled around power strips in the most odd locations. Food has been no problem, it’s electric juice I’m addicted to.
I know there are others in the area that have lost so much more. My heart goes out to them.