While having breakfast on my patio on Tuesday morning, listening to the birds singing and the whirring of the saws and chippers going — I felt the deepest gratitude for the tireless work of so many hundreds of people working through the heat to restore the comforts of our homes after the storms of June 29.
When I grew up in the hot summers of the South, we didn’t have the benefit of air conditioning and searched out the nearest trees, water and hand fans to get a little relief from the oppressive heat — but we survived.
After the storm, I walked through my house with a flashlight and realized how totally dependent we have become on the comforts that require power.
My father was an electrician and was one of those who quickly responded after a tornado struck down a four-block swath through my hometown of Warren, Ark., in 1948. I can remember him dragging himself home and falling into bed for a couple of hours of rest before returning to work with the others for another and another 20 hours without stopping, until things gradually got back to “normal.”
Many thousands of people are grateful for all of the dedicated, hardworking people who are giving up their rest to help all of us be in such comfort.
Thank you, thank you wonderful people — so very much!