Friday, August 18, 2000

North winds bwow! South winds bwow!

North winds bwow! South winds bwow! Typhoons! Hurricanes! SMOG! Thunder, wightning, stwike the wabbit!! Under other circumstances, it would have been the perfect storm. There's nothing I enjoy more than a rousing thunderstorm on a summer night, cooling the atmosphere while providing a wicked light show, during which I can sit on the porch, sip a cool beer and let the heavens roil around me.

Unfortunately, I had elected to make a quick trek to my office and wound up stuck in traffic on the interstate for nearly three hours. The wightning had stwuck not the wabbit, but a bank of high-tension power lines, sending them crashing across six lanes of traffic and shutting everything down. Meanwhile, a horrid gale and horizontal rain (!) punished the pavement. And, having just departed a happy hour with friends during which I had consumed my own good share of beer, I had to "make wet wet" myself. Did I mention I sat there in the car for three hours waiting for the road to clear? Oui.

Consequences of the storm: downed power lines all over town (including sets that shut down traffic for hours on both major interstates running through the city), a few ancient trees along my street cleaved in twain, an interruption of phone and Internet service that left me largely unconnected most of the night and day and, most inconveniently, a deep-fried modem, ensuring that the mental ovens here at The Daily Brad would issue no hot-crossed puns and no bon matzahs (kosher bon mots, for benefit of the goyem in the audience) for the day.

We're back in business, so expect regular servings to resume in short order. We're contemplating closing down The Daily Brad on weekends, since foot traffic in this neck of The BradLands slows noticeably on Saturdays and Sundays and hey, when we said "daily" we actually meant whenever we get around to it anyway. We shall see. As always, though, we appreciate the pleasure of serving you, and we welcome your feedback. Please come again soon!