Following neural links of a writer's imagination could provide a blue print for a wild ride at Disneyland or Universal Studios.
The lights flickered, the computer and television stuttered and the phone blipped before we were inundated in darkness. The only illumination up here on the ridge were solar powered foot path lights. There was no wind, no rain and no logical explanation.
Someone hit a power pole? No sirens, no emergency wail. An earthquake? Nothing shook or trembled. A rolling brown out? Where and why? There had been no peak demand. News time on a Sunday evening and the world goes dark. A deliberate sabotage? Now the mind is off and racing as I scramble for flashlights and lanterns.
Being forcefully unplugged from the grid, mid sentence in an e-mail and mid story on the news and weird thoughts race into mind. The practical uptake was a stark reminder of the What If factor. How inconvenient, then how difficult and eventually how isolating it would be to have no lights, no power, no ability to know why all the while growing in helplessness. Heaven forbid any of us have to live through that, though there are places in the world where it's real.
ANOTHER EXERCISE IN WHAT IF
On break at tennis this morning we chatted about the
recent Woodward and Bernstein historical perspective on
how dangerous and how bad Watergate and the Nixon conspirators really were. The advantage of historical research and the emergence of recordings, data and records under girded their new accounting.
One of the foursome is a retired Wall Street Journal editor. He and I chortled over how when a group of journalism students were asked how would they uncover the Watergate scandal some replied they'd enter a Google search. Really!
As you get over that one, try out the idea, What if
Washington Post editor Ben Bradlee listened to some of his carping senior staff and refused to give young Woodward and Berstein freedom to pursue the investigation. And the big What If Nixon and his compatriot's lying and cover up were never exposed. We'll just let that one hang out there for a while. Could be the basis of a helluva screen play huh?
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