Stranded at the drive-in
In case you haven’t heard, there’s a storm out there. I have watched the view of Manhattan from my window turn from a finely pointed ink drawing to a watercolor, to a charcoal drawing, finally smudged out by a thumb. It is now only shadows beyond my rain-soaked window.
The storm is raging but for the moment, at least, we are warm and cozy and fully powered. Let’s hope it stays that way. Less pleasant is the fact that my flight to New Orleans was canceled. I’m hoping to get out a day and a half late, but a lot is riding on Madame Sandy. And I’m now scrambling to replan my meeting and write up the parts of things that I’ll be missing and someone else will have to do on my behalf.
New York is on lockdown. The mass transit system is closed, as are all private and public buses and trains. Amtrak is shut down and so are all the airports. Some of the tunnels are closed and they expect to close bridges as the wind kicks into high gear later this afternoon. The Gowanus canal flooded last night, before it had even started raining. FDR Drive is underwater. So is much of Long Island and the Jersey Shore. We are glad to be perched on one of the highest points in NYC. Stay safe and dry, everyone!