A real Isabel emergency: I need my coffee!

The Virginian-Pilot
© September 20, 2003

At dawn, on the day after Isabel, many of us awoke in our powerless homes with an overpowering desire for only one thing: COFFEE.

Like wild animals acting on instinct, we struggled from our beds, stumbled from our weather-beaten homes, pulled fallen trees from our cars in feats of superhuman strength and set out on Quixotic searches for a cuppa joe.

Hold the cream.

As we gingerly picked our way through the arboreal Armageddon, past lifeless traffic lights and downed power lines, we opened our car windows and sniffed the earthy air, hoping for an invigorating whiff of freshly brewed Colombian. Or Breakfast Blend. Or even Folger's.

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