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My Tito Jay in Canada recently emailed about that big black-out that put everyone in panic mode again.

Yo bros!

The power went out at around 4:15 pm EST, Thursday afternoon, and I was in a conference call with our biggest wholesale customer. Thir head office was 10 km away from ours and their power went dead and before I can even react to their cursing cuz they were building a spreadsheet during the course of the meeting, our systems went down as well. In short, we all left the office pronto after making calls to all our branches across Ontario and had the same problem.

The traffic was bad due to people leaving all at the same time and all subway and streetcars (running on electric power) went dead. Complete chaos as people started walking like 5 to 20 km to get home as all the trains and buses were filled up quickly. I managed to drive home without a hitch. All the gas stations shut down but the few that opened had cars line up like a half a kilometer away. The gas station at the corner from the house was crazy with line ups along the block non-stop. Friday was declared a non-working day after power was still un-available for the most part.

I had to buy ice(which sold out quickly) to fill up the fridge as I had quite a few steaks in there. We got power back after 30 hours on Friday night I heard, unfortunately, we were the last ones to get power as this is a newly developed area. The Prescillas got their after only 12 hours or so at Pictorial st. We had no problem cooking as I have a double burner propane stove which I used for camping. Gloria is so used to blackouts anyways and it's a good thing that we had some cool nites so opened windows was the best solution.

I guess it was a Noy-Pi who caused all these hassle from Ohio? hehehehehe! All's back to normal.

JG

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