at the end of Borden avenue.
three blocks west of my apartment is the sole evidence of any of the mayors warnings about last night's storm.
I could jab and jest about mayor mike's crap command of the Spanish language and talk about how this was most hyped storm of century but I won't.
jersey took the hit for us kids.
as they so often do.
and yes, the promise of a hurricane always fills this empty month of news cycles which has pretty much been preoccupied with president barry's vacation.
shit like this is a godsend for a politician on the ropes.
but I digress.
here I am
drinking a beer on my balcony,
which has been swept clean by a big assed rain storm,
blown dry by 25 mph winds.
and I'm still grateful that this is all here as I sit in my beach chair watching the east river go by.