I wonder if Edison or Ben Franklin ever envisioned our near total dependence on electricity to survive. Day two of no power at home has come and gone and we are left with slush in the ice maker, slowly spoiling milk, and a total blackout from our usual media sources that spring into life from the electric currents that are now so dark. All our little touchstones of existence, from the friendly read-out on the stove that reminds of the time of day to the chattering images of live TV. The quiet of no electricity, only spoiled by the low hum of neighborhood generators – those who have cheated themselves out of the quasi-Amish experience of candelight and early bedtimes. Are we really better off with electric light or have we lost something? Ask me when the electric is back. I will tell you I like having options.