The only real precautions I took for the hurricane were to get my flashlight out of the car and to download some episodes of
Moby-Dick.
As I write, the tide is still rising in Rockaway. My
neighbor Tom and the dog and Dave have moved up into the loft. I haven’t heard
from the Master Plumber. If the water in my neighbors’ bungalow is up to their
stovetop, my bungalow is full of water. The posts for the pergola are floating.
Let’s hope that the worst damage is the sack of quick-set cement I left on my porch, carefully covered with a shower curtain.
Tide still coming in. Take to the lofts!
