Heard on a radio show the morning after a tornado hit north Dallas and took out houses in Preston Hollow, a ritzy neighborhood:
“That area’s so exclusive, even the Fire Department’s phone number is unlisted.”
This happened about ten miles south of us, which sounds close but isn’t. (Plano seldom gets hit by violent storms, possibly because the insurance payouts would put the companies out of business. Worst that ever happened to our old Plano house was a tree getting decapitated in the front yard, and on another occasion, high winds driving the rain sideways into the roof, lifting shingles and causing a leak indoors.)
Night before last, the only thing that happened to us was a momentary power failure — enough to make my garage door opener lock up, and the electric security gate ditto. Enter manual labor (not mine, the Mexican maintenance team’s).
Oh, yeah: President Trump was in Dallas for a campaign stop a couple days ago, but the two events are probably coincidental, no matter what the Jackals Of The Press may say.
Glad to hear you and yours are OK.
The tornado was on local news but all they said was “Dallas” so I had no idea where it actually it hit.
(Not a slam, the further away you live from a place, the less likely the local media will have a clue about the local geographical and political divisions. Just human nature).