“Unless you own a submarine, there is no way you are getting out of New York City,” a frantic reporter stated on television.
My roommate and I looked at each other, slightly wide-eyed.
It seemed as though the island of Manhattan was on its own tonight.
Hurricane Sandy officially made landfall in New Jersey
around 8pm on October 29, 2012. Wind gusts reached 90 mph, as a 13-foot storm
surge encompassed lower Manhattan. By 9:30pm, news anchors announced that
nearly every building located under 39th street was
without power.
So why did the glistening lights of our city flicker out? Some
of the blame can be attributed to the explosion that occurred at a Con Edison
power plant on East 14th and FDR. The video footage is shown below:
New York’s subway tunnels (not all that surprisingly) were
also damaged, but the murky water rose higher than expected. Our 108-year-old underground system has never before "faced a disaster
as devastating as what we experienced last night," MTA Chairman Joseph
Lhota recently told several news sources. And air traffic isn’t looking much better,
with over 15,000 flights cancelled throughout the last several days.
I thought the subway would flood but...
Source: ninjapito
So, in essence, everyone is stuck.
This also means, by the time you’ve read this post, I
will be uncontrollably stir crazy.
Still, where I reside in Queens, we were relatively
untouched. Sometime around 5pm yesterday, when storm winds were just picking
up, the largest tree on our block snapped and took several power lines down
with it. Lucky, the sporadic electricity lasted us through the night. (Because
let’s face it: Without the local news mishaps, sensationalism, and awesome
accents, Hurricane Sandy just wouldn’t have been as fun. And was anyone
watching Ali Velshi of CNN!?)
Entertainment aside, what transpired in Breezy Point, Queens (located here) was pretty petrifying. A massive 6-alarm fire reportedly wiped out 80 to 100 houses in one flooded neighborhood, with some pockets continuing to burn through morning. The unexpected, ashy pictures were pretty unnerving.
I also received a short message from Ivy, Harlem
resident extraordinaire, during the middle of our epic storm. Apparently, one
of her windows was flung open from the gusts, shattering a nearby vase. But not
to worry -- after exclaiming that Sandy “better not mess with this Floridian!”
Ivy covered her window with two chairs and a vintage boat propeller (phew).
And me? Well, the internet and cable have been off the
majority of the day so I did what I do best.
I went and bought bagels.
Because you KNOW New York didn’t run out of those.
For some legit pics, check out The Atlantic or The Huffington Post's coverage of the storm. Here's what we Queens kids have been up to...
Hanging out the window during the storm.
Two of the trees down on our street.
Because you KNOW New York didn’t run out of those.
For some legit pics, check out The Atlantic or The Huffington Post's coverage of the storm. Here's what we Queens kids have been up to...
Our street in Queens, with multiple trees down.
Internet = Out.
Steinway Street storefronts had some damage.
RIP "Big Tree." The neighborhood shall miss you.
The dark city skyline from my rooftop.