.. with the power company replacing the 80-year-old wires and lead connectors down a manhole in the street in front of your house. About five years ago, it was the burning box on top of the telephone pole. Today it was the smoking cable underground. I looked down there and it’s true — big parts of Boston-area look like museum exhibits. (The lead connectors were particularly gross and grotty.)
So I’ve reserved a treat for myself tomorrow — a first listen to the cast recording of Lazarus. Maybe David Bowie can once again break an evil spell in the air.