When the sun shines they slip into the shade
So, the hurricane, day one, more or less: I got up a little after noon (I had a late night) to hear the faint tinkling of rain out in front. Out back, toward the pond, was a heavier rain; you probably know a good number of storms like this. There wasn't much to show that it wasn't an ordinary Saturday, really, except for all the broadcast TV stations being wall-to-wall hurricane coverage. Apparently the golfers were still out in the morning: there was a stray ball on our side of the water trap, near the neighbor's rain gutter.
You know the kind of extreme storm coverage, of a poor anchor guy standing in the rain, although I admit being interested by the reporter posted at Seaside Heights. There was just the one bar opened, of all the boardwalk, and he was standing in the rain outside that because ... actually, with the roads east closed I'm not sure who'd come to the spectacle, apart from the people already living on the island not yet evacuated. Some of the anchors were getting a little punchy after nine hours straight on the air; as channel 5's was about to go on break she cried out to the graphics people, ``Get that map off my chest!'' It's not that funny, more a little embarrassing, but if you want to see it you can probably find it by going to any YouTube link.
We did in the early afternoon lose the satellite TV, as often happens during heavy rain, although around 4:00 the weather cleared up enough that I could catch the Doctor Who countdown. My father accepted there wasn't going to be any Yankees (in Baltimore) or Mets (in New York, I think) games, but kept hoping to find something ... going to channel 2, broadcast TV. I told him, ``broadcast TV is going to be hurricane coverage''. He tried channel 4, again, broadcast. I told him, ``broadcast TV is going to be hurricane coverage.'' He tried channel 5, again, broadcast. I assume that he's happy, in his way.
Trivia: Coney Island around 1906 had exhibit/rides showing the Johnstown Flood of 1889, the Galveston hurricane of 1900, and the eruption of Mount Pelée on Martinique in 1902. Source: The Culture of Calamity: Disaster and the Making of Modern America, Kevin Rozario.
Currently Reading: One Quest, Hold The Dragons, Greg Costikyan.