Well, it was grim, Hurricane Sandy. We were prepared for something bad, but this storm, as we were warned, turned out to be like nothing I had ever seen. Yesterday, I posted some alarming charts describing the amount of extra water that had piled up in Long Island Sound and the extraordinary air pressure that Sandy was bringing along. Then I saw this last night, a couple of hours before high tide:
Amazing. We went back to our neighborhood this morning — it was a circuitous route, given all the downed trees and power lines. It was a devastating scene. Many houses were simply bashed in, crushed by the power of the waves. Even more (like ours, alas) were seriously flooded.
I’m sure there’s a moral here somewhere, probably having to do with hubris, nemesis, or some other unpleasant Greek offering. Or maybe it has to do with that old quip, Do you want to make the gods laugh? Tell them your plans.
Now for the Big Cleanup!
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