There was no Internet. There was no Sunday afternoon opening weekend NFL football. There was no lazy Sunday morning breakfast.
There was no “Sunday Morning” television and CBC was absent from the airwaves. My cellphone became intermittent and our land lines at the lake were silent.
We almost were pulled back into the 19th century.
Across the district, gassing up your car was almost impossible. The traffic control lights throughout the community went black. Stores that normally open on Sundays gave their staff a day off. The streets were almost deserted.