Hurricane Sandy ravaged my hometown. Combined with the full moon, rivers flooded what the hurricane didn't destroy with winds. My home is without power, heat, hot water, phone, and internet. Huge trees are down. Stores and businesses are closed. A local nursing home had to evacuate all of its patients because the roof blew off. Road detours are everywhere. Traffic lights do not work. Gas stations with electricity have run out of gas; those without electricity can't access the gas; and still other have had the fuel tanks compromised with flood waters. Gas-run generators will become inoperable. Schools are closed.
The town is very still. Nightfall brings complete darkness and silence.
|Line for gallon of gasoline.|
31 October 2012
I am on genealogical reprieve, staying at the Hotel Albany. Discoveries begin tomorrow at the New York State Archives with the assistance of researchers from the New York Genealogical and Biographical Society. I am enjoying the internet service, working lamps, ice, and hot water.
My thoughts are with everyone miles south of me at home.
|View of Albany City Hall|
from my room at Hotel Albany