
Good Night Irene
Like any homeowner surveying their property’s damage,
it’s difficult to know where to begin. We keep hearing the phrase,
‘we’re lucky’because it could have been a lot worse’. Although it is
certainly true, try selling that philosophy to a 64 year old homeowner
in virtual denial regarding his little castle’s horrific storm damage.
Although a healthy percentage of homes damaged lost
power and some expected to be without electricity for sometime,
flooding seemed to be the storm’s most costly’by-product. Millions of
dollars will be the final Long Island loss total when all the damages
are tabulated. From expensive furniture and rugs/carpeting to
relatively new appliances and home heating components, property owners
were viciously struck by this angry storm and no telling how many
months it will take before the storm’s memory’can be erased.
It wasn’t because we were unprepared. For more than a
week we were bombarded with predictions and preparations advice
including heeding mandatory evacuations alerts. In one Long Beach
neighborhood, police cruisers slowly drove along streets warning
residents to leave their homes and find safe havens on higher ground
as soon as possible. By Saturday at 6:00 p.m., 14 hours before the
storm was expected to reach its harshest state, residential sectors
appeared as ghost towns we’ve witnessed in classic cowboy films. Most
got out of harm’s way although as many as a third remained to ride the
storm out for a number of personal reasons from a once-in-a-lifetime
adventure to not wanting to leave their pet alone to security concerns
that there wasn’t enough of a police presence of Long Island’s
finest’who were obviously spread too thin.
Villages, cities, townships and counties did all they
could to reduce the storm’s emotional impact while getting the message
across this was a category one storm of lethal proportions and should
be treated accordingly. The storm’s’east cast death toll had climbed
to the mid-twenties by Wednesday.
We’ve been informed a storm of this magnitude comes
along once every fifty yeas. Considering the cost of cleanup and
replacements, Long Island couldn’t afford anything more than twice
every century.