The days before things owned us
Greetings from the Ridge.
Coonridge is the electrical version of the canary in the mineshaft. If there’s a lightning storm within a hundred miles we’ll be the town that loses its electricity. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky last week when about 8 o’clock at night the town was flung into darkness. Nothing was running but Herb’s sinuses so we went out onto the front stoop and sat in the porch swing.
That’s when it happened... nothing between Herb and I, some things are beyond magic... but in my imagination. With the whole town sitting silent I went on a memory trip. I had a vision of the days when we all had something in common to talk about on Monday morning because we’d all heard Walter Cronkite read the news in measured, fair tones that weekend and we’d all watched the same Ed Sullivan show. I thought of the day before computers owned us.