»In which I am power-less (Part II)

This morning we woke up at 430 to the hum of a generator at the corner of Page and Scott. A gizmo the size of a semi cab was installed at the corner, feeding the mains deep beneath the street. A generator had arrive earlier in the evening, but "blew up" and a replacement -- with capacity to supply two dozen families -- needed to be trucked up from San Carlos.

A note was on the windshield of a car parked on the west side of the street, politely asking the driver to alert the PG&E crew when they might be moving it: they needed access to the manhole beneath the street.