According to the maps, they don’t seem to be evacuating Green-Wood Cemetery. That’s probably for the best, since you would have one hell of a hard time finding temporary quarters for 560,000 corpses. Besides which, it is unlikely that these stiffs are going for a swim like they tend to do down in New Orleans. It’s just fine for Jean-Michel Basquiat to ride out the storm with Louis Moreau Gottschalk in situ.
The whiz kids over at ACCULORBER hold the nearby Verrazano Narrows Bridge responsible for pointing the business end of a hurricane-laden shotgun in the direction of Brooklyn, but just like Giovanni de Verrazano himself, this storm has no intention of hanging around Bogue Inlet when it can run up the coast to New York as soon as possible. It remains to be seen whether Giovanni or Irene does more damage upon arrival, but neither bodes well. The only difference is that the denizens of Manhatta know that Irene is on the way. Those who awaited Verrazano may have been more serene in their ignorance of what was coming.
But since we know, let’s go nuts shall we? I guess being blase about hurricane warnings went out of style in 2005, but one wonders if Home Depot and Walgreens are not in collusion with the Weather Chanel on this one. Everyone will be so happy not to have been pummeled that we will forget about returning all those batteries and plywood and Gatorade. That’s fine. I’m way to quick to take it for granted that my life works the way it does. Most of the time, I’m quick to find the ways in which my life does not, in fact, work. It’s a shame it takes 100 mph winds to get me back in the now.