I live on the Maine coast, to the east of Penobscot Bay. Formerly, this coast was not in the path of hurricanes, or if it was we didn’t seem to know it, but times change and we must change with them. My house is equipped with three small, old-fashioned radios, two of them battery sets, one a tiny plug-in bedside model on which my wife sometimes manages to get the Giants after I have turned in. We do not have television, and because of this curious omission we are looked upon as eccentrics, possibly radicals.

– E.B. White

That from the essay “The Eye of Edna”. A reflection on an approaching storm and the impact of communication technology.

White, E. B.. Essays of E. B. White. United States, HarperCollins, 2014. pg 30