That was a crazy storm last night. So crazy, it toppled a tree onto my street as well as several phone lines. Live wires temporarily aflame, or so I heard.
Here’s the aftermath:
The clearing of the tree, the re-intallation of the lines. The police tape that surrounded my apartment and neighboring buildings, finally cut. The electrical workers worked hard on this all last night. Mine was one of two houses as far as I could see that still had power.
I couldn’t park at my house last night, since orange cones of doom blocked all access to my parking spot and home. A scary sight to come home to late at night.
Then, I took this picture, because that temporary I-71 sign looks to me like a fat, bloated version of itself and it makes me laugh a little for some reason.