Between The Bridges

A great big shout out to my neighbor across the street, Joan Marie DelaHunt, who lost her home seven years ago when Hurricane Irene blew through our area. Joan had worked for the better part of a year, immediately after Irene, playing chutes and ladders with FEMA and the insurance companies when on October 29, 2012, Sandy's storm surge rolled through the neighborhood, negating all her efforts to date and sending her back down the chute to start a brand new game, this time with New York City's Build it Back Program. A brand new modular house was recently emplaced on the raised pilings of her property and is currently in the process of finishing work, including siding, in the hopes of being ready for occupancy in the near future.

By the time you are reading this column, I will have already attended yesterday's Hofstra University's Symposium on Long Island Hurricanes on the 80th anniversary of the Long Island Express Hurricane back in 1983, which is slated to discuss our current knowledge of hurricane forecasting, which has made great strides since 1938, but still lacking in certain areas, particularly in communicating storm-related information to stakeholders. Discussions will also take place to define how future planning and sustainable development must account for future tropical cyclone impacts, keeping in mind lessons learned from past events.

Some of you may have noticed that I dropped off the radar for a couple of weeks recently, as I inadvertently stopped watching the Hallmark Movie Channel and found myself addicted to the burlesque-like, Threepenny Opera drama taking place within the hallowed halls of our government's self-described sacrosanct retirement home for wealthy elderly gentlefolk with entirely too much time on their hands - otherwise known as the United States Senate.

I will never forget how I sat transfixed at the television screen when a wannabe Thracian (Democrat) Gladiator from New Jersey (aka Senator Corey Booker), flushed with pride at what he considered his revolt against the Roman (Republican) Senators, “This is about the closest I’ll probably ever have in my life to an ‘I am Spartacus’ moment.’” You have to hand it to Corey, it’s not every day that a politician with presidential ambitions becomes a leader of a gladiatorial revolt against the state. But that’s what Booker did as he squabbled theatrically with Republicans in a cheap publicity stunt over supposedly confidential Kavanaugh-related documents, which indicated the nominee was in favor of racial profiling. As it turned out, the documents are not confidential at all and actually depict Kavanaugh as having rebuked racial profiling. Still, the Spartacus bit was epic. And an epic fail for Booker.

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