DTE fails

This Thursday will mark five years since we had that big power outage that stretched from the East Coast into Michigan and Ohio, leaving millions without power for days. And according to this Freep article, DTE still does not perform regular tree maintenance, which could go a long way to help avoid power outages. According to the article, about a third of all power outages are cause by falling trees and tree limbs and could be largely avoided if the power companies would simply do some tree trimming, but of course they won’t, fuckers that they are.

I remember that black out. It was in 2003. And it was pretty fucking scary at the time, more so than previous blackouts because of the specter of 911 hanging still fairly fresh in the air.

I didn’t even realize that the power was out until I was stuck in traffic on Maple Road, heading to pick up my daughter from my parents house in Warren. I was low on gas, because I figured I’d fill up on the way there. Once I realized what was going on, and worried what might really be going on but which we, the public, were not being told about, I parked my car in the Wal-Mart parking lot, scooped up all the spare change in the car and a small flashlight and started walking.

Later, my wife would ask why I didn’t simply walk back home and get the bike and ride it to my parents’ house. I was mile from my house and about 10 from my folks’. I just wasn’t think. I guess I kind of panicked. It was kind of funny afterwards, but not at the time. The radio was reporting that a state of emergency had been declared in Warren. I didn’t know what the fuck that was supposed to mean. All I thought about was getting to my parents’ house. My daughter wasn’t even two yet and my parents are elderly.

Of course, had I been able to talk to my wife she might have made the bike suggestion to me, but my cell phone was not working. Creepier still was that the pay phones that I tried along my walk did not work either. So I just kept walking.

I stopped in the first party store I came to and bought a bottle of water. Passing a busy intersection, where people were stuck at the gas pumps of a gas station because when the power went out they could not pay, I saw guys selling bottles of water for a buck apiece. One lady in a minivan full of kids bought about ten dollars worth. I would have too.

Naturally, the traffic lights were out but most intersections did not have cops to direct traffic flow. So people were left to their own devices. It seemed to work pretty well, until this yuppy woman in a black SUV tried to jump through an intersection so she wouldn’t have to wait for the big truck that was passing through in front of her. She blocked the intersection and the guy in the truck was pissed. He started yelling at her through his windshield, cursing and flailing his hands. The yuppy woman in the SUV acted as if she coudl not hear the guy, as if she was unaware of what she’d done. I remember thinking that this was how riots started. I picked up my pace to get as far away from that intersection as possible.

It was weird. People were coming out of their houses to see what was going on. People in their cars rolled down their windows. People talked, sharing what news they had. You could hear radios broadcasting information from through the open car windows. But there wasn’t really that much to say, and there was this strange vibe in the air, or so it seemed to me. As if people were eying each other, keeping a watch out. For what? I don’t think anyone could really say, even if you’d asked.

It started to get dark before I got to my parents’s house. And I remember walking down side streets that were almost pitch black because there were no street lamps. I could hear people talking on their porches. That reminded me of my childhood, the way my parents would sit on the porch and talk to neighbors passing by, going for a walk. People sat on their porches when I was a kid. But that was before air conditioning was so ubiquitous (sp). I also noted how as I got closer to these people talking, they would often hush their voices. I couldn’t see them but I could sense that they were watching me.

Finally, I stopped at my dauther’s old day care, the house of a woman my family has known for years, and got a ride to my parents’.

Of coures, everyone was fine. Although my daughter was down to her last diaper. And even though at first she thought it was kind of cool that ther was no power and we had to use candles, as it grew later she wasn’t so happy about it. I couldn’t get her to sleep. Eventually, my wife showed up and we went back to our house. But after a couple of days with still no power we decided to head north to my in-law’s place in Marine City, where they had power still.

After that, though, I started thining more seriously about having an emergency kit stocked with thing we might need. I’ve gotten some of that stuff, including a Red Cross emergency kit backpack, but I could still do more, and plan to.

Every year around this time I start thinking about a story I started that was inspired by the blackout of 2003. It is about a similar blackout that happens years afterwards, and is eerily similar, almost as if the 2003 was some kind of trial run or something, or so it seems to the main characters, who admittedly has an overactive imagination.

It begins like this:

It’s getting late.

The sun is going down.

Soon it will be dark – pitch black.

And you’ll be alone it in again. With that strange hum that seems to come from the sky.

Pretty spook, eh.

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3 responses to “DTE fails

  1. Very cool that Chamberlain left you a note. Last December, Christmas was ruined by an ice storm in Oklahoma and subsequent falling trees – everywhere. No power at our home for 11 days. It was MISERABLE. I’ll be back to read more of your blog. Check out my Gen X blog project. Let me know if you have thoughts and recommendations. I do like your blog and will add it to my list of blogs to consider from Michigan. I need male GenXers on my list. As I say on all my posts these days: the one place Genx dominates – and where boomers will never – is the Blogosphere.

  2. Thanks, Jenx67. I’ll be sure to check out your blog.

    Yeah. I think I remember that power outage down Oklahoma way. 11 days without power is just ridiculous. I know some people may think that I am being hysterical about this issue but I really believe it is a serious, serious concern and we need to address it. A loss of power over a major portion of the United States for an extended period of time could really cause major problems. Not just loss of money, but loss of lives. Still, no one seems to be talking about the energy infrastucture (sp) very much, or even at all. Alternative energy is great. I’m all for wind and solar power, but if you have no reliable way of delivering it what good is it?

    As for my profile. I don’t know. I guess I’m just lazy. Or maybe I just like the anonymity. Or perhaps I’m just passive aggressive. You decide.

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