If some retro prankster had asked me a week ago, âIs your refrigerator running?â my reply would have been, âItâs complicated.â (Actually, I would have reported the scamp to the authorities. In these enlightened times, âIs your refrigerator running?â obviously dredges up traumatic memories of the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850. Or something. When you factor in all the Name-Brand-Products-Which-Must-Not-Be-Named that have systemically occupied shelf space in such kitchen appliances, itâs enough to make you grab a bottle of aspirin! But the cotton ⦠aarrrggghhh!) A recent power surge fried our coffeemaker, shot several light bulbs, made our surge protectors suffer a noble death and conjured an ominous puff of smoke from the refrigerator compressor.