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Last Thursday, in mid-November, a predicted snowstorm hit with fury. youtube gas laws More snow fell than anticipated, streets were blocked, subway service on some lines was suspended, and branches of trees overloaded with wet snow came crashing down. Motorists were stranded in their cars for hours, and school buses were so delayed that kids got home five, six, and eight hours late. Neighborhoods with tree-lined streets like my West Village were especially at risk. A great snow-laden branch came crashing down but a block from my building, and on another street a falling branch hit a car and dented it; fortunately, the woman inside wasn’t hurt. Villagers were warned online to walk close to buildings and listen closely for the telltale creaking of a branch about to break. I stayed inside and watched the falling snow; by late morning Friday, thanks to sun and milder weather, I was able to go out on errands and saw huge fallen branches sealed off with yellow caution tape, pending removal. The city is back to normal, and the blame game has begun. The city was woefully unprepared. electricity outage sacramento Who is responsible? The weather forecasters, the mayor, the governor, Nature, God, bad Karma, or Donald Trump? New Yorkers love to argue, so a hot debate should follow.

I have finished my deceased partner Bob’s other work of fiction set in Coney Island, The Coney Island Memoirs of Sebastian Strong. If The Professor conveys the mutterings of age and experience, this novel is a song of youth. electricity kanji The time is 1951 to 1961, long before AIDS, but when everyone drank and smoked too much. Young Sebastian Strong, the narrator, falls in love with Coney Island, knows it in all seasons, connects there with a string of young male lovers. And just when I, as a reader, was getting tired of these connections, the author surprised me. With a heavy snowstorm predicted, Sebastian bundles up and heads for Coney, catching the last train for Stillwell Avenue, which creeps ahead through the snow, preceded by a plow clearing the tracks ahead of it. He goes, knowing there won’t be any train coming back, and takes refuge in the shabby little Surf Hotel where he often rents a room. Jake, the very femme and flamboyant manager, is surprised but delighted to see him, offers him a scotch, and since the room Sebastian usually rents is taken, lets him share his room for the night. electricity history timeline The walls of that room are plastered with pin-ups of Betty Grable and Rita Hayworth, the Hollywood glamour girls of another day, whose images, Jake insists, are holy and should be pasted to the altars of churches.

Download all sizes Use this file on the web Use this file on a wiki Email a link to this file Information about reusing The book is full of weird but fascinating urban characters like Jake, who are seen in an atmosphere of summer frenzy with roaring roller coasters and beach-strutting sun worshippers, alternating with the silence of winter desolation. Sister Zora, a no-nonsense lesbian in engineer’s jeans, reads palms for a dollar fifty, then disappears when the cold weather comes. Jessye, a heavy black woman, tough and assertive, sells beers to gay boys in her under-the-boardwalk bar, and with an eye out for the cops, lets the boys dance with each other to music from her jukebox. And many more. No wonder Sebastian quits college, comes to live year-round at the Surf Hotel, and gets a job at a bingo parlor patronized in all kinds of weather by older Jewish ladies who are charmed by his youth and his looks. types of electricity tariff Sebastian is held fast by "these juxtaposed beasts of land and sea," the "old Dragon" that is Coney, facing defiantly the force of the ocean.