… you’re a block from home and you see a convoy of DTE trucks and linemen looking up at the wires overhead.
Just such an event followed a wonderful walk in stellar weather this morning.
When I began my trek, the sun was high in the sky, and, since I left early enough, I decided to travel down to the River and the marina. But, as I neared Alfred Street, site of the railroad crossing gates and train tracks, a loud whistle preceded the lowering of the gates and quickly the train was upon me. I decided to just forego the last leg of my trip, and changed direction. As it turned out, I needn’t have abandoned my original destination, as it was a very short train. Ah well … maybe tomorrow.
On my return trip up Emmons Boulevard, I saw only one person, a woman who had just crossed the tracks and was walking briskly behind me, while singing away to some tunes that were playing in her ears. From her shadow and the louder singing, I knew she was gaining speed and getting closer to me. As she passed by, we spoke about the beautiful weather and just began walking side-by-side. Amongst our topics were local current events and a discussion of online versus traditional newspapers. She mentioned “The Wyandotte Patch”, the hyperlocal newspaper where I write an identical blog to this one. I asked her if she ever read “that girl who writes about walking” and she said “yes I do”, so I couldn’t help myself and blurted out “well, that would be me” (as I enjoyed just a smidgeon of my proverbial 15 minutes of fame). We chit-chatted amiably as we walked along, and I knew I should take that fork in the road toward my home, but I decided to extend our conversation a little further. Finally, to risk shin splints and arriving home way too late, Mary and I said our goodbyes and I headed in the right direction this time.
As I got closer to home, I was lost in thought, that is … until I heard the rumbling of large trucks. I looked ahead but couldn’t see anything going on, and just dismissed the noise as someone having cement work or other outside home improvements done which required the assemblage of multiple workers with large vehicles. About a block from home, I flipped the corner of my tee-shirt up and bent my head to check the pedometer after the extra few blocks I had put in, and noted happily I was over five miles. But, when I raised my head, I saw three large DTE trucks on the cross-street near my home. Yesterday, I saw in the online newspaper that all the street lights on Fort Street and Dix Avenue were going to be replaced over the next few months, necessitating the power to be taken off for the street lights, until the job was completed. It was not, however, supposed to affect the power in the residential areas. The cub reporter in me had to scope out the situation to determine if that was the reason for the commotion, or, if I should worry about Buddy, remoting into work, writing the blog that was bubbling in my brain and/or the contents of my refrigerator … all in that order. So, I hurried over to ask one of the lineman the “who, what, where, when, why and how” about their presence.
I approached him and said “is all this activity about turning off the juice to the streetlights, or, do I have to worry about no power today?” He smiled and said “nope, we’re just here to fix that line that’s hanging down over there where you just walked under.” Well, … gulp. I swiveled my head around posthaste and squinted as the sun bounced off my glasses giving me a prism effect. I shielded my eyes, and, sure enough, there was a big electrical line hanging down … right where I had just walked. “Guess I am blessed” was my response and he just smiled and said “have a good day.”