Well, that was relatively mild, at least so far. Doesn't look like any major flooding in the borough as of yet. The business park lost its power for an hour or so yesterday afternoon, so the office is covered in heavy-duty power cords leading back to the generator power taps. Technically we're closed, but what am I going to do, sit around the house and watch anime all day long?
Jason woke me up last night to ask if town was on fire, apparently there was some sort of dramatic reddish-purple glow in the skies to his west. Ended up going out into the heart of the storm, got a bit soaked, best anyone could guess - Jason wasn't the only one to see the glow - is that one of the transformers down at the substation northwest of town must have exploded, but not in such a way as to bring down the power, at least not in town.
Other than the creeks being up and a lot of rain, not a lot of visible damage, at least between here and home.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Long day yesterday knocking on doors. A bunch of different neighborhoods. Patton Township is kind of odd, one set of blocks looks like rural Florida, the next Gaithersburg, Maryland, and the next Park Forest, which is ironic, because the neighborhood is about two miles from, well, Park Forest. ^_^
One thing I encountered, which I haven't seen before, is two townhouse developments with enclosed courtyards and the "front door" hidden behind closed gates. Like a dozen or two dozen one-family gated communities. Like gated communities for hostile, suspicious loners and misanthropes. Your front door is your window on the world, on the rest of humanity. Hiding it behind a six-and-a-half-foot-tall gate is just... secretive and repellant. One guy invited me into his courtyard, and I swear to god, sat me down with a pair of axes buried in a stump sitting behind me. Very unnerving, and he was one of the more welcoming denizens of those particular streets.
Bad morning, better afternoon, fairly good evening as far as the fruits of my local corner of the campaign. Ended up talking to one retiree for twenty minutes, which was interesting and all, but I was trying to beat the sun for the end of that particular neighborhood's strike-list.
One thing I encountered, which I haven't seen before, is two townhouse developments with enclosed courtyards and the "front door" hidden behind closed gates. Like a dozen or two dozen one-family gated communities. Like gated communities for hostile, suspicious loners and misanthropes. Your front door is your window on the world, on the rest of humanity. Hiding it behind a six-and-a-half-foot-tall gate is just... secretive and repellant. One guy invited me into his courtyard, and I swear to god, sat me down with a pair of axes buried in a stump sitting behind me. Very unnerving, and he was one of the more welcoming denizens of those particular streets.
Bad morning, better afternoon, fairly good evening as far as the fruits of my local corner of the campaign. Ended up talking to one retiree for twenty minutes, which was interesting and all, but I was trying to beat the sun for the end of that particular neighborhood's strike-list.
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