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Promises, promises

The sun sets on another Internet-free day.
TRR photos by Jonathan Fox

January 23, 2013

Am I the only one who misses the old days? It’s no secret that I’m a fan of all things technological, yet (considering the last few days) I now see that my dependence on an electronic connection to the world-at-large has rendered me all but helpless when unforeseen events cause it to crash. I thought I had grasped this during Hurricane Sandy, but that disaster affected millions and I took some small comfort knowing that I was not alone.

With Sandy behind us, I blithely went on about my business until last week, when a snowplow inadvertently severed my lifeline. In an instant, I was hurled backward in the time machine, and left without a phone, a television signal and (oh, the horror!) my beloved Internet connection.

I wasn’t home when it happened, but doubt that would have made any difference. My “service” provider had me under its spell with a bundle I purchased when I took up residence at Green Acres. It did seem like the most economical choice at the time, but I hadn’t considered how a plow could, in a domino effect, cause such an epic failure that left no back-up system in place. Okay, then. First on the list was notifying said “service” provider, who expressed horror at my plight and promised to “get right on it!” Frighteningly, without my computer humming, I was clueless about my schedule and began frantically riffling through loose scraps of paper to find notes I may have jotted down before my electronic existence ceased. Since I had been promised that my problem would be attended to “immediately,” I cancelled my plans for the day (via a quick trip to a friend’s phone) and sat back, waiting for the rescue troops to arrive.

Unconcerned about the future, I made notes, using old-fashioned pen and paper. Remembering that I had a commitment to appear at the seventh annual “Thunder Blood Bowl” ( on the 24th, I scribbled away. Checking a post-it I had attached to a mirror (where I would be sure to see it), I noticed that the event is heralded as “one of the largest blood donor drives held in Sullivan and surrounding counties” and that while Dharma and I would be representing The River Reporter, Thunder 102 ( would be sponsoring the drive at the Monticello Casino & Raceway along with the American Red Cross (