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To: Rambi who wrote (57249)	12/17/2000 4:30:40 PM
From: Justin C	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

where's the beeper? The Great Beeper Keeper Caper ... Reminds me of little ol' Clara Peller in the Wendy's hamburger ads ... "WHERE'S the beeper?" ..... lol

To: Rambi who wrote (57249)	12/17/2000 6:24:10 PM
From: The Philosopher	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Sounds like you could have used that chopper to get back and forth to the clinic more quickly. But at least you had a beeper. In our clinic, we just wait. And wait. And . . . I was in NYC when the big power outage hit. Was at dinner at the Richmond Country Club when, wham. Well, the gas was still on, so they were still cooking, so we ate by candlelight. Rather spooky and quite 18th centuryish. Driving home was, let me say, intersting. Imagine New York City traffic with no streetlights and no traffic lights. And of course they weren't sparing police for traffic duty, what with all the looting going on. Nobody had any idea how to to get across an intersection, so basically one stream of traffic just kept going and going and going until finally some exhausted or brave soul from the cross street started to inch out into the traffic stream. Lane by lane gradually he (ALWAYS a he) would block off the cross traffic, and his direction would finally get to go. And go, and go, and go, until some finally some exhausted or brave soul from the original traffic lane . . . Well, you get the picture. A drive home that normally took me 20 minutes took well over an hour. Since then, of course, I've become used to power outages -- we used to get them frequently (one or two a month in winter) out here because all our power lines ran through wooded areas and on old poles. It's improved quite a bit what with a program of trimming and undergounding undertaken in the past 10 years. But when our girls were infants they needed night lights. Well, of course when the power went out so did the night lights. Once asleep you would think they would sleep on? Not a chance. Three o'clock in the morning here would come this stereo wailing from their room, and I would stagger in and light a flashlight and then go call George, who was the guy in charge of the power on our island. One time he asked me -- this was while I was calling and Peg was getting the flashlight -- how on earth I knew the power was out at 3:00, and I just held out the phone and said "hear for yourself." Until the girls got old enough to sleep without a nightlight I was the semi-official first alert system for nighttime outages -- ALWAYS the first one to call!