Why punish a region just a little bit when you can punish it a lot? It wasn’t enough to get hammered by Hurricane Sandy. A few days after that, a powerful nor’easter rolled in off the Atlantic bringing with it a staggering amount of wet, heavy, snow.
Most of the trees haven’t shed their leaves so the snow settled on the branches and weighed them down until their tips touched the ground. Many limbs snapped under the strain. Our power was knocked out AGAIN. I thought the girls would be cowering in abject fear because of the storm and darkness but when I walked in the door after a 3:30 commute through a raging blizzard, I found them singing Christmas carols by candlelight.
My property suffered more damage from this nor’easter than it did the hurricane. Mrs. Wife and I were lying in bed reading when we heard a few pops and then a long, loud, slow-motion, unmistakable cracking. Timber! A massive tree in our back yard split nearly in half. It missed Casa de Unbearable, but not the wooden fence surrounding my back yard. It’s a mess. Good God, what next?
In order to get to work the following morning I had to brush several inches of snow off my car and clear debris from the driveway. The city was a slushy mess but most of the snow was gone by midday. Here are few Central Park shots.
The park was closed because of the storm damage. You could only walk around the outside perimeter. It looked kind of spooky without any people in it. I Am Legend stuff.
This is not my doing. Art is all around us.
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The third storm of the week was the emotional fireworks and pathos put on display by Al Pacino as broken down real estate shark Shelly “The Machine” Levene in David Mamet’s scorching Glengarry Glen Ross.
Pacino’s name is above the title, author and director because he’s the guy who puts asses in seats, but the entire cast is great, especially oily John C. McGinley. I question the director’s choice for pacing. Mamet’s dialog should be thrown at you with machine gun rapidity. Here, the delivery is more measured. When I see one of Mamet’s works, I don’t want to have time to think.