Time Slur

Tweet

I am tempted to report that all hell has broken loose, after all I've been waiting for the moment to do so for a long time. It will come. And when it does small talk will end. I left New Mexico on Tuesday.  If not for Mikey swearing that life back there is entirely normal, mundane, just as I left it, I would tell you that this is the moment I'd been waiting for.  But not yet.

The first 12 hours of my trip to NY... 

* Drive to airport with friend who's putting mother in law with dementia on plane to meet unwilling children in Hawaii and move in with them. 

* Catch my flight. Land to switch planes in Chicago. Learn of east coast earth quake, largest in 100 years.

* Connecting fight brings me to Albany and the immediate news of a coming hurricane due to hit entire eastern seaboard

* Text message arrives, friend who's set to pick me up at Albany airport had heart attack, is not coming

* Text message arrives:  friend who I am due to stay with in Brooklyn's mother had stroke, wont be returning from Washington to host me

* Text message arrives: other friend who I am due to stay with in Brooklyn is being evacuated due to hurricane

* I remember that the last time I left NYC for an extended period I returned just a few hours before the twin towers blew up

* Made mental note: hold on! 

To be continued. . .