Our route took us over to Vermont and traversed that state from the northwest to southeast corners. The weather was clear, calm, and cool, enjoyable for a drive. Amelia was in charge of the music selection and kept us in tunes from my cassette collection. We breezed down the state listening to the likes of Bob Marley, Queen, Dire Straights and REM. There was no indication of what was twirling up the east coast headed for Nova Scotia. From all appearances we were headed toward a peaceful end of summer. It was dark by the time we reached Springfield, Massachusetts. It was really dark. There was not light to be seen. It had all the appearance of a blackout.
Trying to find out what happened, we switched from cassette tunes to radio and found a station broadcasting news. The hot topic concerned the surrounding of the Russian Parliament by crack paratroop forces of Soviet Army. Apparently Russia was in turmoil. News was sketchy but spoke that Russian hardliners, upset by President Gorbachev’s moderate policies were taking over. Indications were that days of openness were finished and now headed back toward confrontational politics. That news along with a blackout brought up memories of cold war policies along with visions of nuclear holocaust. It seemed like we fell through a hole and landed right back in the 1950’s. Of course Amelia was too young to have the same concerns as I. She kept a cool head while we pressed on toward home. I hoped to get to Martha’s Vineyard before the bombs started falling. We switched off the news and went back to Amelia’s music selection.
As we approached Cape Cod, it appeared we had already been devastated by an attack of sorts. Trees were down, buildings were blown apart, and power was still off. Stopping to find out what was responsible for all this carnage, we learned that the Cape and Islands had been visited by Hurricane Bob. It was a powerful fast moving storm that around the same time we left Montreal scooted over the Cape headed in a Northeast direction. Calm quickly returned but destruction wrought was extensive. Most mutilation occurred to trees. Even without power we were able to catch a ferry back to the island and spent a dark, quiet night in safety in our house which escaped any harm.