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There is an urban-legend that takes place in San Francisco (or maybe Malibu) while in black-out mode one night during WWII (mandatory all-lights-off as to make the city difficult to bomb by the Japanese. Japanse planes never really came anywhere near the mainland, but it was a wartime thing that got done).
In this myth there was this one house facing the ocean that would occasionally flash a light on and off. So police were sent to arrest these traitors signaling to the enemy out on the waters. Rather than saboteurs, the police found that the rather fancy house was full of drunken, naked folks, and a full blown orgy was going on (after, all when a city is blacked out, what else is there to do?).
The signal light? The 'fridge light* every time someone went to get another beer.
Boston friends... I hope you are making the most of your lockdown while the rest of us have no excuse not to be at work. I will imagine you all naked and brunching. (and be very glad you are all safe and sound)
*which gives lie to the story as I don't think 1940's refrigerators had lights
In this myth there was this one house facing the ocean that would occasionally flash a light on and off. So police were sent to arrest these traitors signaling to the enemy out on the waters. Rather than saboteurs, the police found that the rather fancy house was full of drunken, naked folks, and a full blown orgy was going on (after, all when a city is blacked out, what else is there to do?).
The signal light? The 'fridge light* every time someone went to get another beer.
Boston friends... I hope you are making the most of your lockdown while the rest of us have no excuse not to be at work. I will imagine you all naked and brunching. (and be very glad you are all safe and sound)
*which gives lie to the story as I don't think 1940's refrigerators had lights