When the transformer across the street blew late Wednesday night, it emitted a shower of purple light, and it took my power with it. The sky was light and there was a bunch of lightning, it seemed fitting. Watching, I thought, man, this would be beautiful if it wasn’t 2am.
My transformer was one of many others that blew that night, LG&E estimated that approximately 125,000 people lost power because of that ice storm. When I stepped outside Thursday morning, the sky was still unnaturally light and there were so many tree limbs down. I left for work early, but it took forever to get there because of all the traffic lights not working. The traffic crawled, I shivered, and all I could think about was the Wilderness Road.