We will stand again.
On October 28, I traveled in a panic. We needed to beat the storm back to New Jersey, have the plane land there before the airport shut down, and rush our preparations to completion. We were in Kansas City for my cousin's wedding (a story for another time, if ever - it's not really safe to blog), and the impending doom alarm chimed softly in a corner of my mind the entire time we were there. Impending doom was an understatement. We got the last EWR bound flight for the airline that day. Dashed to Target and the supermarket - not a bottle of water to be found but a few strays on a top shelf that he was able to grab. I went back out later for flashlights and discovered cases of water at Toys R Us. Gassed up my car. Felt the winds picking up and worried about what we were in for. I had already scheduled the next day off - I was glad I didn't have to worry about heading to work with the hurricane on the way. On October 29, the winds got stronger. I had nothing to do but w