Sandy isn't Funny Any More

I took the bus to work Wednesday without too much trouble.  It took an hour and a quarter, versus 45 minutes it takes by subway.

It took me three and a half hours to get home, though.  I had to pace around Bay Ridge for 55 minutes before finding a bus that wasn't already jammed with passengers.  Then we got to Green-Wood cemetery ("New York's Buried Treasure").  I was listening to music and doing puzzles, so I didn't notice for a while that in ten minutes, we'd only advanced a couple of tombstones.  The driver let some people off right there, in the middle of the block, and I realized we were gridlocked, so I got out and walked the last two miles home.

A woman in the office across the hall from mine lost her house.  Another staff member has a house in Coney Island that's uninhabitable, but she said, "I have to go there, they're looting."  "Not that there's much she can do about that," someone else said.  The effective solution seemed obvious to me, but like during Katrina, if you defend your property with a gun, you're the criminal.

On the bright side, the construction lights on the Freedom Tower are back on.