There was something called Sandy.

So, as the world knows a damned hurricane showed up Halloween weekend...indeed it did.  Aside from having our lights flicker and having to go to Connecticut for gas, we fared well...granted two blocks over, on pretty much either side of us, there was a different quality of life...we felt like the one percent, and we are still very grateful for having been blessed.  When you've been living in it you find a strange disconnection to being able to write about it...here's the best I can do right now.

Along the way,I took a handful of pictures around Astoria Park...the day after, and I must say there was something special about watching to hoards of people flooding along the river bank and into the park. It was a literal exodus from the confines of our tiny apartments. The outpouring of people goods, aside, and services has been astounding. Though, the Rockaways will never be the same, and New Yorkers will always remember several days without the subway, power, and a little thing called Frankenstorm. 

The day before the hurricane pounded for hours and hours the husband and I went to Central Park, and while there the park closed for the impending storm. There is nothing like being ejected–– in mass––from Central Park. 

And don't forget...that damned Nor'Easter dumped snow on us. Yay.