Sure enough, on the North Carolina coast, drenched reporters stood leaning into the wind, describing the carnage around them and warning that the weather was not fit for man or beast. Not sure just where the reporters fit into that description.
Growing bored with the coverage (it’s still raining and windy? Who would have guessed?) I decided to get a jump on this column. And while I was smart enough to save early and often, I was dumb enough to save onto the hard drive, rather than a simple floppy disk. So when the power went out at 5 p.m. I didn’t lose any information. But I did have to haul my entire CPU into the office on Friday to finish writing this piece. I hope it was worth it, Dear Reader.
Dinner in a dark, powerless house is a strange affair. The key thing isn’t to make the various courses go together. It’s to make sure you eat as much of the perishable food as possible, since you’re going to have to toss it out, anyway. Let’s dine on hot dogs, vegetarian ribs, grapes and salad. We’re washing them down with milk and Coors Light (can’t let it skunk, now can we?).
Along with the flashlights and candles, we hauled out several board games to provide after-dinner entertainment. But eventually we decided to spend the evening reading by candlelight and listening to updates on the radio. Again, journalists out in the storm were busy ignoring the very advice they were giving others: Stay indoors.
As of noon Friday, there was still no power in my neighborhood. When it does come back, we’ll have to clean out the refrigerator and get rid of anything that might have gone bad. So, if you’re daring, swing by for a snack this weekend.