Early Sunday morning while listening to a private piano concerto and sauteing veggies and parsley garlic hummus to go in toasted burritos for brunch, I heard a transformer blow, which usually signals our power going down. It didn’t. An FPL truck came by and said someone reported me out of power. I am on a different grid than across the street. Through the decades, they usually have power when my block loses it. Not this time. What happened was the FPL dude was confused since both mailboxes are on my side of the street.