And after a week, we are back.
As some of you may know, a superstorm hit the east coast last week. Though the storm’s path hooked around Long Island, and did its most destruction in New Jersey, both New York City and Long Island fell victim to Sandy’s outer winds, which apparently are the strongest winds that hurricanes have to offer.
Everybody’s obviously seen images of the aftermath of the storm on the news and online. Amazingly, I never lost power at my Long Island home. However, I did lose Internet for four days, and that is why I could not blog. It was certainly an empty feeling not being able to reach out to all my loyal readers. But I am back now.
The closer you live to the shore, the worst you got it. Obviously. The city of Long Beach has pretty much been wiped off the map. I have plenty of friends who lived down there, but most of them evacuated. A lot of naive people stayed put though, at least in the beginning, and as a result, their cars are probably ruined.
It just goes to show. If your own state officials are telling — not asking, telling — you to get the hell out, then, well, get the hell out. Even if there is just a small chance that something terrible may happen to you, then that’s probably enough incentive to get yourself out of harm’s way.
You heard all these terrible stories of people losing their homes, their property, and in some cases, their lives. There was a 23-year-old girl in Richmond, Queens, who left her home during the hurricane to take a photo, and while doing so, she stepped on an active wire and burned to death. A neighbor who witnessed the scene told this to the New York Daily News:
“She was right on top of the live cables and they were just frying her. She couldn’t move. She didn’t have a chance.”
And then you have Glenda Moore, the Staten Island women who tried to evacuate during the heart of the storm, at 6 p.m. on Monday, and when her car got stuck in the storm surge, her two infant sons got dragged away and drowned in the rushing waters.
It’s things you never want to hear about, but, painfully, it’s a reminder that when Mother Nature decides it’s in the mood to go apeshit on us — just stay inside. Just stay inside the confines of your home for a few hours. Why take the chance?
And if you’re going to evacuate, perhaps next time do it the day before the storm? It’s impossible to judge people during such emergencies, but unfortunately, it takes situations like this for people to actually learn.
People are coining Sandy as in a “once-in-a-lifetime” type storm, but my thought process is, what if it isn’t?
This superstorm is a reminder of just how powerful our world is. This was nature to its most furious extent. People will blame global warming, and pollution and whatnot for causing the storm, but all I know is that there’s no reason why this can’t happen again.
Conspiracy theorists will say this is the beginning of the end, and that we should expect more of these. I hope they’re wrong, but, the mere thought that they could be on to something is a bit frightening.
It’s been five days since the storm left, and plenty of my friends are still without power. The few gas stations that do have gas have lines going back for miles. I’ve heard stories of people waiting for six hours in line to get gas. It’s chaos. Traffic lights are out at major intersections, and I have to drive in a maze just to get around fallen trees in my own neighborhood. And most Long Island, New York City and New Jersey schools have yet to even reeopen.
It’s just crazy to think that people who live in the west coast had a perfectly normal week, while New Yorkers and New Jersey residents had anything but.
But I consider myself fortunate. I didn’t lose power, and while I had no Internet, I spent most of my free time reading, watching DVDs and even working on a screenplay that I hadn’t touched in three years. To be perfectly honest, I had an extremely productive week. It’s just unfortunate it had to come at the expense of thousands of people losing their homes.
It’s also fair to wonder how such an event will impact the future. In the immediate future, you have the general election on Tuesday. People still lack gas and can’t go anywhere. How are they going to get to a polling station to vote?
And speaking of politicians, New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg finally adhered to the intense ridicule he was receiving and smartly canceled the New York City Marathon, which was scheduled to occur on Sunday. I know it’s a race for charity, but how can you have people flooding the city amid all the damage? Especially in States Island, which got hit the worst. The fact that it took so long to cancel made Bloomberg look pretty bad. But hey, at least he can speak Spanish.
Meanwhile, between news conferences and receiving praise from President Obama himself, New Jersey Governor Chris Christie went from relatively unknown to nationally acclaimed in the matter of days for his handling of the storm. Presidential campaign in 2016, anyone?
What a disparity between these two guys. You have Bloomberg banning large sugary drinks in his district, meanwhile, Christie probably downs about four large Big Gulps just to prepare for his press conferences.
But anyway, so it is going to take a bit of time for certain cities and areas, like Staten Island and Long Beach, among many others, to rebuild. But in the meantime, we should be seeing some sense of normalcy in the coming days. I assure you that, unless another superstorm hits again soon, I will not cease blogging again. So that is one bright light for you all amid this catastrophe.
And what’s the worst part about all of this? Halloween was canceled. Freaking Halloween!
Never in my life did I know that a holiday could be canceled. But several politicians, including Christie, said that trick-or-treating should not occur during the week. It’s understandably so, but still hilarious. I half expected newspapers to print headlines that read, ‘Halloween canceled — Christmas still up in the air.”
That sucks if you are a kid in New York or New Jersey. I know that there’s much bigger things to worry about right now, but when you’re 6 or 7 years old, trick-or-treating is one of the more fun things in the world to do. I loved the shit out of it. But that attention whore named Sandy came and took that away from them.
Oh well. There’s always Arbor Day. Kids love that holiday, right?
Alright folks, bearing some type of post-hurricane power outage, I won’t be going away this time. New York and New Jersey continues to rebuild, and so will the Weinblog. Except in my case, rebuilding a blog requires very little effort. In fact I don’t even have to stand up do it.
But it doesn’t make me any less heroic.