Hurricane Sandy: Sleeping With The Fishes

  • Saturday / December 8, 2012

Hurricane Sandy: Sleeping With The Fishes

Sonny: What the hell is this?

Clemenza: It’s a Sicilian message. It means Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes.

Dialogue from The Godfather

It may not have been a Sicilian message, but it was as brutal a message as Mario Puzo might have painted in the Godfather. Another assassin struck, and the east coast was its unwilling mark. Sandy was the henchman and the eastern seaboard was Luca. And sadly, all too much of New York and New Jersey now sleeps with the fishes.

None of my pre-Sandy readiness could have prepared me for such brutality, such devastation. When I awoke that Tuesday morning October 30th at 7:00 AM, it was quiet, uneasily quiet. No howling wind, no rain, no train whistles, not even car sounds. It was spooky. I got out of bed and looked out the window. The sky was still gray, but you could see it was clearing. That thug – Sandy – had come and gone in the night. Thankfully, with the help of earplugs, I slept through her menacing howl. Upon waking, I still had no electric. I wasn’t really counting on it. But it sure would have been nice!

I decided immediately to get dressed, eat something, grab my camera, and go see  if my city was indeed in ruins. Without electric, there was not hot water to shower with, even though my heat and hot water come from the same gas-fired on demand system, it takes a spark of electric to ignite the warming flames. I also realised I had no cell phone service. So much for modern technology. I got dressed, grabbed a few crunch bars, a bottle of water, my camera, and decided to take my car and drive around.

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Got around the block to Sunset Ave and Bond Street and I pulled over. Bond Street was flooded. There were trees down all around. Sunset Lake had overflown its banks, and receded during the night leaving fish stranded in puddles and on the street to die. It was an odd sight to behold — fish out of water. It’s one of those things you’d never think of — fish as storm casualties. But there they were. They looked so helpless, so hopeless, stranded in puddles, awaiting their fate. Doing what fish do — swimming. And stressing. If fish can stress.

Within that same area there were some huge trees down, luckily none had hit houses, yet.


Hurricane Sandy Aftermath: Sunset & Bond
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