There was quite a bit of action around here on Saturday night, actually Sunday morning. Sometime after I fell asleep, there was what I thought was a crack of lightening. I thought that it must have struck very close to here since it was so loud. The strange thing about it was--no thunder. I thought about that for a while, and fell back asleep. A few hours later, my husband said that the power was off. There was the low hum of a truck someplace nearby. We got up and looked around and saw that there were two trucks in the alley behind our house, and there was a man working on the utility pole. We decided to take a closer look--it must have been about 4am--so we went out to the back. The men from the power company were just finishing up the installation of a new transformer. The charred old one was on the truck. That was the crack--not lightening--it was the transformer blowing up. The men said that the transformer was too small for the load it was handling--thus it failed. They turned the power to the neighborhood on and drove away. We decided to go back to sleep.