The bad news is what Rogers did to get it working again. Think cable wire strung from tree to tree down the street like a laundry line, terminating at our house. Yikes. On the plus side, I couldn’t wait for Charlene to get home to watch her reaction. I’m also looking forward to seeing the mailman get whacked by the line tomorrow as he takes a short cut across our front lawn. On the downside, it’s going to be a long winter until they get around to burying the wire, and I’m not sure I’ll neighbors will be talking to us after this. Update: Ed asked for a picture.