The angry Hudson River
This is the 16th installment of Cajun Tomato’s NYC 100, a daily series chronicling my experiences and observations as a new New Yorker. Click here to read more about my “Frankenstorm” experiences.
Earlier today I detailed a local deli’s decision to stay open even as Hurricane Sandy motored toward New York City. Well, that didn’t happen. As of 4:30 this afternoon, they had closed their doors … but not before serving me a hamburger that should have been advertised as a dogburger. Closing Time came a few minutes late for my stomach, unfortunately.
The deli’s closure came as no surprise after I walked down to the Hudson River, and witnessed the wind whip up waves over the river’s banks in the shadow of the George Washington Bridge. The river looked as if it was on a conveyer belt. The sickly sky made the high-rise buildings across the river in New Jersey resemble ghostly monoliths. The frigid rain stuck to my clothes, forcing me to change when I arrived home.
Sandy had arrived. However, the Washington Heights area I reside in has not seen any of the flooding, 50-mile per hour wind gusts, downed trees, or power outages other areas of New York City have experienced today. The night is still young though.
