Apocalypse

The minute I hit send on the last entry there came a loud thump, the lights went out and the burnng smell started.

Sol and his brother were working on the sycamore, dropped a line on the transformer, and the fire was in Carol's backyard. While everyone was running around figuring out what to do, the guys went over and stomped it out. I called the electric company. Harvey, the neighborhood busy body called an entire fire squadron, who showed up, agreed there was no fire and left.

We are all waiting for power again-and as luck would have it, it hit the transformer, NOT anyone's houses where they would have to pay.

Thanks Anita, for not rolling my car.