I think I can hear Tina Turner somewhere, singing ... "out of the ruins, out from the wreckage" ... how did the rest of that song go?
Maybe it wasn't quite Beyond Thunderdome, but I did feel very post-apocalyptic when the power was finally restored to my home this afternoon. Our neighborhood had been off the grid ever since that derecho hit the region last Friday night, and my family and I have been hauling away downed trees, suffering 100 degree heat, and scavenging for bags of ice by candlelight from then until now.
Strictly speaking, it was only my wife and kids who were doing that all along. I went to work yesterday and today, where I enjoyed the AC and did a moderate and responsible amount of web-surfing while recharging my iPod and other stuff in the government's power outlets. But, you know, I suffered, too.
The WaPo is running a name the derecho contest. The winning entry will be announced Thursday.
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