This column represents the thoughts and opinions of Jason Hennington. This is NOT the opinion of the Taylor Press.
There is snow on the ground, and it is a little colder than expected. I wake up to the sirens and screaming only to realize it’s the sound of a game on Jasmine’s tablet.
School is out today and tomorrow, but I still need to go to the office. My phone has been buzzing saying that other newspaper offices within our group are closed because of the weather. But Taylor’s not that far, I can make it.
As I slosh though the snow, which is past my ankles, I think twice about trying to drive. The large coat of snow on my windshield and hood of my car discourages my decision to leave.
I make my way back home and try to work while my family is enjoying a day off.
We’ve lost power and the children are worried. We have enough batteries to keep the flashlights for the night, but the house is starting to get colder. Jasmine decides the best option is to have a sleep pile for the night (Watch the Croods to understand that reference).
It’s press day and we have no power. My phone battery is around 27% and I have to communicate with my team to make sure we get a paper done.
I load my family into the vehicle and decide to trek to the office. Slowly going down HWY 79, we finally make it to a place with power and warmth, but no water.
After going to replenish supplies, we made our way back to our home base, still with no power.
Still no power, and the children are starting to become feral. They are finding ways to navigate the darkness and find their own food. We have now lost all hot water and destined for another sleep pile.
Power is restored, but now we are without water. As we come back online, I see people upset that they have been without resources since Sunday. People are directing their anger to elected officials, who have also been in the same situation themselves. There are several public updates from the city and the county about the situation.
Another day without water. Jasmine and Tiana continue to give me funny looks as they walk past me. I’m not sure if I smell or if they expect me to turn the water back on myself. My journalistic efforts continue to share information as it is provided to the public. Now people are directing their anger at the newspaper, or at least the social media page.
At least the sun is shining, and water is expected to be back on soon.
I’m going to get off my soapbox now. Like everything else, this too shall pass.
“If you want to see the sunshine, you have to weather the storm.”
- Frank Lane