The report from the Farm on Georgetown Island this morning from Mother was that the propane truck managed to make it through to refill her generator tank. The driver must have been pretty bold given the tangle of lines that were across the driveway. They probably were dead, given the other lines that were taken down by trees closer to the main road. But there's always some risk of running across downed eletrical lines with a propane truck, I imagine.

Let's all raise a glass of something powerful for the propane truck driver!

His feat may inspire more ditties! I'll see if mother can add some verses to this one:

Down Stone Bridge Lane, Bill was running propane,
When he saw downed power lines thro' a driving rain;
He stepped on the gas, shifting into lower gear,
And for miles around you could hear:

Chorus:

Propane Bill, Propane Bill,
He never shirked, and he never will –
Drive on, old Propane Bill!

Cheerily,
Charley Noble