Slowly, surely coming around at almost noon. The remnants of Ike showed up, as if on cue, precisely a few minutes before the load out last night. Warm rain pouring down like piss out of a boot. No good course of action when that happens, the gear gets soaked and the band gets soaked.
Got home around 2:30 and the wind started knocking the hell out of the old Winnebago. I went straight to the rack. About an hour later I heard a breaker click; power out. Around 6:30 the weekend neighbors let the platoon of yappie dogs out and cacophony ensued. Power was still out but, I realized it wasn’t just my place because the water was off, meaning the pump for the whole campground was down. I made a few calls and found out that power was out in most of Stone County; closest cup of coffee, 12 miles. So, I went back to bed, fell in to a trance.
A few minutes ago, I heard weekend neighbor husband shouting at the top of his gruff voice for weekend neighbor wife. Claire! CLAIRE!! IT WAS ON FOR A WHILE, NOW IT’S OFF AGAIN! CLAIRE!!!
Pretty soon, faintly, distant, I heard the sound of the Fox NFL Pre-Game show and, I knew for real that power was back. Coffee is brewing now.
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Tags: coffee, pre game show, wife claire, Winnebago
J wrote,
I feel your pain with the wet load-out…but what’s up with that pesky breaker? Sounds like someone needs to talk to the co-op. Tell ‘em that frequent power surges are endangering your American amp’s Soviet tubes….
Link | September 14th, 2008 at 8:41 pm