Hurricane Sandy is promising to pack a punch, and only Mrs. Fatima knows for sure how things will turn out, but she’s not available for comment. The forecast is ominous, and ironically Sandy is due to hook sharply to the West and pack its greatest wallop right around Sandy Hook, New Jersey. Full moons, high tides, and huge storm surges with massive flooding are reportedly coming. Perhaps even tornadoes thrown in for good measure. Although Mrs. Fatima has vacated our Pt. Pleasant Beach boardwalk, Gizmodo shows the NASA photo of Sandy churning and lumbering up the East Coast with frightening mass.
After securing our place on Point, we heeded the advice to get out of town and headed North to Bergen County. Signs all along the Garden State Parkway indicated the State of Emergency that had been declared. We cancelled office hours tomorrow, advising staff and patients that we’d be close until Sandy’s aftermath, guided by the passibility of roads and the vagaries of power grids. It won’t be long before we’ll have scenes of field reporters holding on to poles, wind whipping them sideways, giving live reports ocean-side.
I’ve always wondered about the extent to which media will go during these storms, field reporters getting valuable brownie points for putting themselves in harm’s way, while the big name studio meteorologists remains safely in the studio, reading computer models.
The Weather Channel foretold what was coming. Schools have closed, transit is shutting down, and we’re all preparing for the so-called Frankenstorm. And though we’ve closed the office for Monday, the worst is projected to occur Monday night into Tuesday. If only I could find Fatima to let me know when this hybrid Hurricane/Nor’Easter will dissipate.