It's not like I make this stuff up

 

I was in the throes of placing a red eight on a black nine when the power suddenly clicked off.  My monitor went black; the computer stopped humming and the second hand on my little clock quite going around. 

Now what?  What would happen if this were a real war and bombs stopped falling in mid-air, bullets screeched to a halt halfway across the field.  The Generals suddenly lost their train of thought, standing there, pointing at a wall map but forgetting what they were going to say. 

Unplugging Washington might not be a bad idea.  Some aide raising the window shade, allowing a flood of sunlight to illuminate some slippery deal, the Whitehouse tour group accidentally walking into the wrong room and seeing a red Senator on a black Queen.

 

 

 ZC