Things I’ll always remember from the holiday past.
Thanksgiving dinner eaten cold and in the dark from tupperware sent out by my sister in town.
Shifting a small protane catalytic heater between two rooms to try to keep them and my pets from freezing as the temperature plummeted to 15F.
Six inches of snow turning almost overnight to six inches of Midewestern mud.
Sleeping in fifteen minute snatches in a hard wooden chair to make sure the heater neither malfunctioned nor ran out of fuel.
The first call we got after the phones came back - from a solicitor wanting me to share my ‘holiday joy’ with those less fortunate. Um, who?
Proably not a big enough event to make the national news, but a freak early snowstorm knocked out power to a few score thousand central Illinoisans Wednesday afternoon. Some are still out.
Nomally I don’t go into ‘Bah, Humbug’ mode for another three weeks yet, but this year I’m making an exception.