They were calling for some bad weather. I was heading home, trying to beat the storm. I didn’t make it. It was intense. The wind was pushing my little car sideways. A mix of heavy rain and windswept debris eliminated all visibility. The ground, the road, the air, and the sky were all mud. I came to an intersection. A handful of other lost travelers were also frantic to get home. There was a flash, a crack, and a fireball. A second fireball exploded from an electrical transformer and landed in the middle of the intersection.
It was a slow process but I eventually made it home. Our electricity was out for several hours. I spent the evening playing guitar in the dark. This harrowing experience left me with a serious question. How did humans spend their evenings before we had television?