While I was away taking three days of knitting classes with Nancy Bush (I know how you feel; I'm jealous of me, too.) my home town was hit by a massive storm & my house lost power sometime on Saturday. The phone call from my husband didn't make it sound all that bad. (huh--men!; shake head & roll eyes here). I suggested a camp out in front of the fireplace and a weinie roast with it. Little did I realize the extent of damages, or the fact that our power wouldn't be restored until Thursday at 12:30 pm. (By the way, the linemen from Chicopee, MA: you are my favorite people. I owe you, bigtime. I suggest you cash in that IOU in home cookin', 'cuz I am that good. You know where I am; call anytime!)
While I do have a certain special fondess for the Chicopee Linemen, I am also equally thankful for the linemen who came from Quebec (mes freres!), PA, NY, --and where ever else you came from. Thank you for giving up sleeping in your own bed, time with your families and home-cooked meals. Thank you for making the long drive and coming to our rescue. Thank you for working long hours in what wasn't always the nicest weather. Thank you for politely answering our questions--over and over and over again. I hope that you got to see the best of Stamford and other parts of Connecticut, and I apologize if you didn't. I am willing to make that bit up to you. But either way, please know that there is at least one family in Stamford that has nothing but praise for you and your efforts on our behalf. I can only hope that we will be there for you when you need us, just as you were for us. Thank you, thank you, thank you.