Man oh man, all the journalists are having a field day with Hurricane Sandy. It's not just any old super-storm, it's an
epic super-storm that packs a wallop, wreaks havoc, bears down, picks up steam, slams cities, churns, boils, roils, and roars its way up the coast causing an estimated $10 billion in damage. It threatens the lives of millions of people, can be seen from outer space, has closed all of New York City and shut down Washington, D.C. If people in Sandy's path are not out sand-bagging they are hunkering down, and if they're not hunkering down they're evacuating. Beaches are eroding, piers are being pounded and the record surges are shooting the Weather Channel's ratings through the roof.
What's really great about the storm--which is really terrible and nothing is great about it but if anything were--is how it puts in perspective that itty-bitty, teeny-tiny thing all of America has been obsessing over for the past year: the personality contest between Barry and Mitty. Sandy has eclipsed them both! Except for the death and destruction and flooding and all, it's sort of a nice break, don't you think?
Here I am, hunkered down, waiting for what I'm thinking may practically miss us up here on the coast of Maine, but I love the $10 billion estimate, pretty much simultaneous with first landfall in New Jersey, and the many weeks folks may be out of power, which was the report I just heard on ABC radio news. We love a good cataclysm, and Mitty and Barry weren't giving us enough large type headlines.
ReplyDeleteMother Nature is already president in my book. and god.
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