It rained relentlessly yesterday, sometimes sputtering droplets on annoyed heads, and at times so heavy it washed the color completely out of the landscape. This kind of weather usually means a power outage, and it put me in mind of a day last summer and a funny innkeeping story.
It was a wild week at the inn
in mid-July, 2008. It began on Monday at about 7 a.m. with a bang – literally – as the transformer behind our carriage house (where Jake and I lived) blew out. Jake quickly donned his pants and keys and unlocked the gate to the back lane to investigate. The culprit didn’t even try to escape. At the bottom of the pole lay a Kamikaze squirrel who single-handily took out several blocks of electricity.
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