Amber & The Aftermath

I am fine. I am lucky enough to live in a pocket of New York that was largely unaffected by Hurricane Irene, with the exception of the A train still running locally (although due to "unrelated signal problems").  And there were some downed limbs I encountered on my walk (in my official hurricane maryjanes) yesterday.

Other places got it much much worse.  James, for example, is stranded in Vermont.  The bridge from Vermont to New York is, apparently, completely washed out.

And, apparently, before they lost the bridge, it was raining silver bagpiping medals.  James got pelted with three.

I had bought lots of provisions.  For tortilla chowder.

Thanks, Farmer Ted, for the corn, tomatoes and onions.  And Bread CSA tortillas.  And cerveza.  No wonder we weathered the storm so well.