All that there is to say
by
, 10-31-2012 at 09:01 PM (3589 Views)
I'm not sure how much there really is to say. I "survived" the frankenstorm that was Hurricane Sandy. I didn't do much of anything, aside from sitting at home, checking on my truck and watching too much tv. I got two days off from work, while my office really took a pounding. The water lines were up to my waist, after all was said and done.
The cleanup sucked today. It was both disgusting and draining. I've worked at this place for over two years, and now the office literally looked like something out of Fallout 3. We opened desk drawers to find their usual contents, plus ocean water mixed with possibly some kind of oil or gas product. Oil, I'd say, based on the smell. There was no power, and everything was covered in a thick layer of grime. My maglite proved very helpful, though my sledgehammer would have been more useful. Sadly it was left at home.
That's nothing though. I would rather have a million days like today compared to what the people down at Breezy Point are dealing with. The people down there lost 110 bungalows/ homes to fire, and whatever wasn't on fire was flooded. The girl I'm talking to/ kinda sorta going out with lost a summer home to flooding. The bungalow still stands, but they took on 4 feet of water. Her cousins lost their house in the massive fire, and her aunt lost her place to flooding. I couldn't imagine that, not in Queens. I've never felt such empathy before.
Maybe it's because I love it down by the Rockaways. My dad's ashes are down there, and my parents met there. I spent many a summer there, and it's special to me. Back in my baseball days, the people in Breezy were always supportive of us and were always very cool to us. My heart goes out to them.
I don't know what else to say