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Mr. Towers receives a call from his wife around 10 A.M. on a sleepy Tuesday morning in late January, she claims there is a winter storm warning moving into our area with dangerous icing potential. He hasn't been keeping up with the weather for many long months, due to his intense research and economic studies, however, he remembered the last ice storm he had went through and decided to heed her warning and headed to town for supplies. Mr. Towers dressed hurriedly and grabbed his candy apple red gas jugs and his deep baltic blue kerosene jugs and then jumped into his black and silver GMC Suburban and drove to Rusellville. He knew that his three younger children would depend on him and not FEMA or Uncle Sam, assuming the Ice Storm knocked out power and stranded everyone in their home for days.
Mr. Towers lives with his adoring family on a ridge in a rural part of the county, on an old country road without any yellow or white lines on it and barely big enough for two cars to pass side by side. The closest gas station and grocery store are many miles away, if the soft grey roads ice over, he and his family could be stranded until the ice melts, which according to the weather forecast could be many long days and nights.
When he and his wife first started living together, they lived in Clarksville, TN in 1994 and as luck with have it through the biggest ice storm of their lifetimes. Mr. Towers and his pregnant wife were stranded for several days with minimal food rations and without power in the middle of winter, which meant a very cold house and a few hunger campers. He would learn a valuable lesson from this experience, as we shall soon see.
As the Ice Storm pulverized Mr Towers' rustic red brick home over the dark 2009 night, the power lines soon gave way to the heavy burden the ice had inflicted upon them. He was awoken to the absent sound of a fan running and to the lack of any other sounds, Mr. Towers had been expecting them to give way and arose from bed and dressed hurriedly and headed to the garage, where he started up his Honda 3000IU generator and filled it up with some unleaded gasoline from his candy apple red gas jug. He then ran a few high amperage orange extension cords into his house and plugged his Frigidaire refrigerator and Samsung television into them and then started working on fueling up his alternative heat source: a kerosene heater.
It took nearly seven days for the power lines to be repaired and for his electrical service to get back to working order. Many families had to struggle to stay warm and had no way to cook or keep their food fresh. Not Mr. Towers, he and his family watched TV, surfed the internet, played Nintendo Wii and cooked in the microwave, for he knew that a generator, kerosene heater and some fuel can get you through a pinch without power, and had planned ahead accordingly, however, without the reminder and sense of urgency displayed by his wife's call, there is little doubt he would have been in no position to ride out the storm, while living high on the hog, because he would have been without fuel. In most cases, as in this case two heads are better than one.
Mr. Towers receives a call from his wife around 10 A.M. on a sleepy Tuesday morning in late January, she claims there is a winter storm warning moving into our area with dangerous icing potential. He hasn't been keeping up with the weather for many long months, due to his intense research and economic studies, however, he remembered the last ice storm he had went through and decided to heed her warning and headed to town for supplies. Mr. Towers dressed hurriedly and grabbed his candy apple red gas jugs and his deep baltic blue kerosene jugs and then jumped into his black and silver GMC Suburban and drove to Rusellville. He knew that his three younger children would depend on him and not FEMA or Uncle Sam, assuming the Ice Storm knocked out power and stranded everyone in their home for days.
Mr. Towers lives with his adoring family on a ridge in a rural part of the county, on an old country road without any yellow or white lines on it and barely big enough for two cars to pass side by side. The closest gas station and grocery store are many miles away, if the soft grey roads ice over, he and his family could be stranded until the ice melts, which according to the weather forecast could be many long days and nights.
When he and his wife first started living together, they lived in Clarksville, TN in 1994 and as luck with have it through the biggest ice storm of their lifetimes. Mr. Towers and his pregnant wife were stranded for several days with minimal food rations and without power in the middle of winter, which meant a very cold house and a few hunger campers. He would learn a valuable lesson from this experience, as we shall soon see.
As the Ice Storm pulverized Mr Towers' rustic red brick home over the dark 2009 night, the power lines soon gave way to the heavy burden the ice had inflicted upon them. He was awoken to the absent sound of a fan running and to the lack of any other sounds, Mr. Towers had been expecting them to give way and arose from bed and dressed hurriedly and headed to the garage, where he started up his Honda 3000IU generator and filled it up with some unleaded gasoline from his candy apple red gas jug. He then ran a few high amperage orange extension cords into his house and plugged his Frigidaire refrigerator and Samsung television into them and then started working on fueling up his alternative heat source: a kerosene heater.
It took nearly seven days for the power lines to be repaired and for his electrical service to get back to working order. Many families had to struggle to stay warm and had no way to cook or keep their food fresh. Not Mr. Towers, he and his family watched TV, surfed the internet, played Nintendo Wii and cooked in the microwave, for he knew that a generator, kerosene heater and some fuel can get you through a pinch without power, and had planned ahead accordingly, however, without the reminder and sense of urgency displayed by his wife's call, there is little doubt he would have been in no position to ride out the storm, while living high on the hog, because he would have been without fuel. In most cases, as in this case two heads are better than one.