Technically, Sandy was not a hurricane when it trundled ashore near Atlantic City, N.J., but the scientific technicalities did not matter to the storm, the property it destroyed or the people it left devastated. Call it a hurricane, a tropical storm or just a “superstorm,” call it anything you want. I’d call it something unprintable, but I’ll settle for calling it a bitch.
I live in Connecticut and we didn’t get the worst of Superstorm Sandy – unlike last year, when we suffered the brunt of Hurricane Irene last year. I was without power for 24 hours, which seems trivial compared to the ills suffered by so many others. My town was mostly blacked out and the streets were littered with trees and fallen wires – nothing unusual for extreme storms around here. But I work in New York City, and that great metropolis has been battered by nature with an unprecedented fury. The only bright side is that most of the storm’s ill effects were property damage, and not loss of life. While the death toll is way too high (and, sadly, mounting), it could have been so much worse.