
OCTOBER SURPRISE
The storm had a cute, almost mundane name. Sandy. The same name we gave our playful beige Labrador retriever in 2010. Maybe it was the benign name…a nickname for woman named Sandra or a man named Sanford…or for as long as he toiled for Brooklyn and Los Angeles the one name that meant the best pitcher in baseball---Sandy Koufax….maybe it was that easy going name that allowed the East Coast to let it’s guard down. New Yorkers are a resilient bunch, they’ve weathered hurricaines and nor easters before..most of which are more bark than bite….the typical damage…a few power outages…some downed trees…or piles of snow that keep kids from school…and some folks from work….but after a day or two of inconvenience, become just a white slippery memory. After all New York is a town that survived an unthinkable air attack by our own commercial jets-hijacked by mad men….so how bad could a fall hurricaine be?






