The Year is 1910... And I Just Lost Power.

August 24th, 1910

Ever since I got that cushy job at the newspaper agency, I've taken a knack for this whole journaling thing, even if the boss is a real bimbo, walking around like he owns the place.

Granted, in a way, he kind of does. Why doesn't anyone invent an erasable pen so I can fix these stupid sentences...

Anyhow, I got to my desk this morning and saw a fat stack of papers sitting smack dab in the middle of it. Joe comes over, takes a long drag, and says, "Ding-bat, lookie here. They sayin' all the power's gone out."

"So it's back to candles and lanterns, then?" I said. He just nodded and went along his business.

This whole electricity thing had just been gaining traction too. The higher-ups were a bit rowdy 'bout the whole thing. But me? They can eat their heart out about it. I was raised in the sticks. I hadn't had an electric bulb 'til I met Sheila at that joint. And even then, it was just the bulb, nothin' else.

So I get home, notice that a couple of my lights are out, no biggie. Then ya got Charles next door, who put all his money in this whole electricity thing, wigging out over nothing. I walked out there and I said, "Charles! Whatcha getting on about over there? What's the big deal?"

"Electricty is out! Electricity is out! You know that means, huh?"

"No Charles, what's it mean?"

"It means that big washing machine I bought for my gal, right? It's worthless! Worthless! And that crook at Sear's isn't taking it back!"

I told that guy he could just get out the washing board his mama used, but he said he sold it to pay for the washing machine!

That's why I keep my cash under my mattress, away from those pesky banks, and definitely not in the hands of wannabe entrepreneurs trying to take my hard-earned cash...

Charle's may be having a fit right now, his wife may be upset he wasted all their buckaroos, but for the rest of us? What's the big deal?

This is how it's always been!