A few years ago when I was living in California, I remember being at a Labor Day weekend barbecue in San Francisco's Noe Valley and my friends calling me "Doppler" because I kept running inside to check the Weather Channel. This seemed very strange to everyone under California's ubiquitous blue skies and sunshine, a beautiful day like many countless beautiful days out there, where weather changes are on the whole a lot more subtle.
Of course the Labor Day storm I was paying attention to under California's cloudless skies was Katrina, that took an unexpected turn, and didn't hit Florida after all, and instead dramatically impacted a beloved city to many.
This year, a late season storm missed Florida again though my niece Ellie took advantage of the giant storm's feeder bands for a spin around the neighborhood yesterday, while further up the East Coast we all prepared for the arrival of Hurricane Sandy.
Schools and offices sent closing notices yesterday, and our mighty public transportation artery of subways, buses, ferries and trains that powers a city of over 8 million people and greater metropolitan area over over 18 million people closed at 7 pm yesterday. Mayor Bloomberg issued mandatory evacuations for neighborhoods that might be flooded by tidal surge, and the stock market closed for the first time since September 11th in 2001. Atlantic City closed and the Jersey Shore evacuated. Governors in the Tri-State area had press conferences. Jim Cantore arrived on the scene.
Earlier today, the air was calm and still, and neighbors were outside with kids and dogs, getting some fresh air before the rain and wind arrives. Friends and family sent texts and emails- New Yorkers checking in with one another in the city, others from around the country reacting to news and hoping for an easy storm. I cooked while listening to early U2 and kept the Weather Channel off.
So now we wait, a type A city that isn't good at "pause", waits.
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