Between The Lightning And Thunder

There was just enough time for the power to go out.

I was in the middle of prepping for my radio show and pre-recording a piece with one of the talent. Then everything stopped – as I told people, the power dump was so bad even my battery clock stopped. So we hung out for a few minutes until it came back on, thanks to the electric company and the voodoo they do.

A short while later, it went out again, and this time we got tired of hanging around, so I went home and the squirrels once again began running in their little round cages, giving us the electricity we needed. It affected odd parts of town, depending on which grid you sucked the juice from.

I was walking out of the tall building where our transmitting tower is located, some time back, and only heard the “fzzzzzzzzt” of lightning hitting the tower. I don’t recall hearing any thunder, which could mean I was so close I was actually inside the cone where the noise would have been created.

No, I did not see a bright light, a tunnel and dead relatives. Had I been in the transmitter shed working on something there, I might have. Lightning is pretty much at the top of the electrical “food chain,” and there’s not much you can do about it except, perhaps, distract its attention by putting up well-grounded rods or growing tall trees with excellent root systems. Even then, it’s a crapshoot.