A Taste of TEOTWAWKI, by Anne S.
I never realized how dark and eerie our house could be. Even at night, there were usually two or three nightlights casting their brave glow to prevent midnight mishaps. But on this evening, there was no electricity to power this smallest of luxuries. Another thing I noticed as I kept vigil over my sleeping loved ones by emergency candle light was the extreme, echoing silence. There was no fan humming in my son’s room. There was no whir of the compressor cycling on and off in the refrigerator. There was no air blowing through the central air unit of our …