My ex-wife Arlene and I have a very good relationship. It is a much better relationship than the one we would have had if we had actually stayed married. I hope my kids can appreciate that fact.
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Pundits reflected on whether Hurricane Sandy was the tipping point, the catastrophe that would put the environment back on the table -- pointedly after a presidential election where there was no debate on climate change. Could this latest occurrence be a wake-up call?
Many on the east coast have discovered with Sandy -- and one year ago, with Irene -- what New Orleanians already know: Evacuations are expensive and stressful. They are no holiday for the fleeing residents.
I lived in New Orleans during the early 1980s, and people got so complacently used to the threat of hurricanes out in the Gulf that they gave "hurricane parties" when the waters started to brew up their own hot madness each year. But this was no party in New York. This was déjà vu all over again.
The recent superstorm, Sandy, has devastated large parts of our city and while we must continue to help those neighborhoods still in need, we also must begin to figure out how we move forward to avoid this large-scale suffering again.
As the news of Sandy's destruction began to surface, I no longer felt bitterness toward my ex. I felt only gratitude.
For the 50 million of us who stood in the path of Sandy and the rest who watched its devastation, isn't it time to ask our leaders how we can avoid a future where Frankenstorms like Sandy become the new normal?
We need a new indicator of likely flood damage, which would have to take into account the economic value of property in the track of the hurricane, the sea level of the land, and the size of the expected surge.
As I hammered the nails, I screamed at Irene. With every gust of glass, I turned into Sigourney Weaver's character in Aliens, shouting, "Irene, you B*TCH!" Every blow from Irene met my hot flash of anger, and we sparred until l I had hammered 40 headless nails into that window frame without one miss.
'Frankenstorm' is an apt name for this killer storm. Not merely because it's making landfall on the eve of Halloween, but because it's a hybrid storm with many elements pushing and pulling with dark spheres of influence.
While the storm passed by New York City with a barely a sprinkle of rain, the storm that finally battered southern Vermont was a slow, relentless rain that soaked the area, breaking dams, flooding homes, and destroying businesses.
One year ago I sat here and called my congregational leaders and we reviewed the weather forecast and reluctantly decided to cancel church services the next day. By the middle of the next morning, Hurricane Irene had devastated the community where we live.
A year ago this weekend, Hurricane Irene plowed into the East Coast with a roar, churning up the shoreline and leaving shuttered businesses and displaced families in its wake.