The first time was a couple weeks before our move from Minnesota. Returning home from a good-bye party with some friends in southern Minnesota, we saw as we entered the back alley large tree limbs and an energy company truck blocking the path. A large upper branch on our neighbor’s ancient cottonwood tree had succumbed to Mr. Newton’s gravity and had taken with it many of its lower mates—as well as some wires connected to poles. By the time we parked in front and got in the house the power had just come back on, but the energy company man told us that we would have to get the phone/internet people to reattach our phone and internet lines. Since it was a Sunday night, we were not able to get a live person on the line. When we were able the next morning, we were told that they would be able to help us… in about a week.