This is an archive of daily observations written by my friend Tom Bridwell. I am not the author, merely a facilitator for Tom, who lives at the edge of the grid. He notices a lot of things and these are his posts, written from the vantage of a ridge top in the hills of Southern Ohio.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Landline
From the museum. Phone line is down at home, and I'm backed up, waiting to send. No telling how long it'll take them to clear the lines on Mackletree. Big winds with the remnants of Lee. Dead trees falling like matchsticks.
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