Anarchy in Queens

Anarchy is never as fun as you think it’s going to be.

“I would take a looter with a boa. If I felt threatened I would definitely use it,” said Keone Singlehurst, 42. “Its like the Wild West. A borderline lawless situation.”

City Councilman James Sanders (D-Far Rockaway) said he fears the situation will devolve into anarchy.

“We have an explosive mix here,” said Sanders. “People will take matters into their own hands.”

Walter Meyer, 37, lives in Park Slope but often surfs in the Rockaways. He said it’s not the place it was before the storm.

“After sunset everyone locks their doors,” said Meyer, as he loaded up a solar panel from a factory in the Brooklyn Navy Yard to bring to local residents. “They’re trying to find whatever weapons they can find. Some people are even using bows and arrows.”

Civilization is a thin veneer. And it doesn’t depend on the government, but on human beings having warm homes, cooked food, and light.

Remarkably unlike the punk rock songs depict it…


Hello, Autumn. Nice to See You Again.

I set the day aside to finally restore the house to it’s pre-Sandy condition; un-batten the hatches if you will. I had a list made over breakfast: put the deck furniture back, plug in everything in the basement, get my office computer back on, hit the dump, hit the hardware store, and then possibly set aside some time to balance the checkbook. You know, Saturday as HoneyDo Day (but then, this is my list, so MeDo? AndrewDo? whatever).

In the process, of course, I did snap a few pictures. Read more

Why I’m Not Blogging About Sandy or the Election

I lost power for 24 hours, then I got it back. No flooding, save for a trickle that made it into my fusebox and shorted out my smoke detectors, which has since been remedied. Nora even got to have a Halloween.

Not quite conscious of the festivities, but aware that fun is happening. I love this age.

So there’s no way I’m going to bemoan my fate, when New York City is under water to the extent that science-fiction writers dared not imagine a few years ago:

“Dammnit, this isn’t the A Train!”

As to the Election, I am utterly bored of it. Which is to say, I am utterly bored reading about it. There is a level of nerdery in poll-watching that I have not the education to adequately partake of. The damn thing is on Tuesday, and while I’m confident that Romney will triumph, I’m not going to make any kind of prediction on the breadth of that triumph. He might barely squeeze it out, or he might roll over the festering carcass that is the Obama Presidency like a Sherman tank. I have no idea, and neither does anyone else.

If, on the other hand, Obama does manage 270 EV, then he’s only putting off the inevitable. A second term will mean impeachment, at the very least, either over Benghazi or Fast and Furious, especially if he loses the popular vote, as he might very well do. The unemployment rate creeped back up to 7.9% today. Nothing about this ends well for him.