High and Dry

When Hurricane Sandy skirted by NYC it was blissfully silent on the street. The howling wind was a comfort compared to honking, jack-hammering, sirens, heavy trucks and buses clanking over utility plates.

I got up, made coffee and tried to go on line. We hadn't lost power but our internet was down and we had no running water. This was a minor inconvenience compared to what many of our fellow New Yorkers were facing. Our old neighborhood near Battery Park was under four feet of water. There were power outages. The subway system was severely compromised by the water. There were evacuations in all five boroughs. New York is a port and surrounded by water.

We watched TV and saw the devastation in other States. I was supposed to have cataract surgery today but my surgeon called me to say it's postponed. I suggested we go to Jeffersonville to see what was happening at our house there. Marty was reluctant, but after listening to traffic reports, calling the parkway police and calling neighbors in our town, we decided to drive up. It was like being in a dream as we cruised uptown, crossed the GW Bridge and had no traffic issues the rest of the way. There were no trees taken out on our property and we had power. Of course, Sandy just skirted the Catskill region.

Please take a moment of silence for all those who lost their lives in this epic storm, and healing thoughts for the thousands whose lives have been severely disrupted.