Theologically and philosophically informed ruminations on everything between summit to shore, especially kayaking, sailing, backpacking, climbing, religion, spirituality, philosophy, theology, politics, culture, and travel by John Edward Harris, a progressive Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) Minister of Word and Sacrament.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
Dawn Has Broken the Third Day
Dawn has broken the third day after hurricane Sandy made landfall
along the central Jersey shore. New York City, the city that never sleeps, is
starting to emerge from its nap in the tomb carved by Sandy.
Bus service has sort of resumed. Limited subway service is
available but not running into lower Manhattan, or from Brooklyn and Queens
into Manhattan. I will be using mass transit for the first time after Sandy
tomorrow, when I take the Q55 and J train as I commute from Ridgewood, Queens
to Jamaica, Queens. To commute back home
I will take the J and L trains, I hope.
Mayor Bloomberg has ordered that all private vehicles
crossing bridges into Manhattan must have at least three occupants. I am not planning to head into Manhattan
anytime soon, but my wife must head there Sunday afternoon.
I am glad I filled up our car with Gas before the storm hit
because gas stations are starting to run out.
Their supply lines have been interrupted by flooding and their storage
tanks are running dry just as more people than usual are driving because of lack
of Mass transit or need gas to keep portable generators running.
Damaged Gazebo at North Church Queens
Yesterday afternoon I drove from Ridgewood to North Church
Queens in Flushing, just south of Whitestone.
The drive was without incident but I saw several downed trees and some
side streets still blocked by downed trees.
There was power at the church but I learned that at least three members did
not have power in their homes. Several
branches came down near the church. The
sanctuary lost a few shingles but did not suffer any extensive damage. The wooden Gazebo south of the church did not
fare as well, however. A large tree fell on it, a
branch piercing the wooden shingled roof.
Live wire arcing and burning in street south of NCQ
The block south of the church was closed to traffic as a downed
live wire, humming, arcing, and burning was still lying in the street. Yellow caution tape had been stung around the
area and a utility worker was monitoring the situation, but no work crew could
Storms sometimes have a way of bringing strangers and neighbors
together, and last night was an example. My wife and I attended our first
Ridgewood Meet Up, gathered at the nearby Cozy Corner Bar and Grill. We hung out from
before 9 PM last night to after 2 AM this morning. We met neighbors who have moved here from
Kansas, Texas, California, Denmark, Finland, Korea and places in between. Some were
gay, some straight, some in relationships, some not. Some lived in a six person, three apartment
common home. Some were Christian, some Jew, some secularists or non-professing.
At least two held PhDs and one of then taught at Princeton University. One had
attended West Point for a while. Many were artists. I discovered during the evening's conversation that one of them and I had a mutual friend who moved here from Maryland, an example of one degree of separation. There was a total of a dozen or more of us that met up.