Forgot About the Dog

They closed the campground on Cape Cod where The Greats PD, 5H and BB were scheduled to stay until Sunday, so they had to pack up and drive across the Hudson to 5H's old friend Molly's house for the weekend. With all the expected rain it seems crazy to go back to Brooklyn, though Plotnik can't help thinking that he might rather be in his own apartment in Clinton Hill than on the New York Thruway trying to get home on Sunday or Monday with the other 2 1/2 million people who were ordered to leave the city and New Jersey.

This will turn out to be a lot of rain, most likely not much else. But you can't criticize government for not taking appropriate precautions, and then turn around and criticize them for over-reacting.

The Great BZWZ will be driving home from a field trip in Quebec. Providence is on the map of towns with potential weather problems. The East side, where Brown University is, is up on a bluff between the river and the bay. All of Rhode Island is between a river and a bay, or two bays or three bays. Plottie is glad BZ still has a week left in her apartment on the 2nd floor, rather than on the ground floor in the new place where she'll be living ten days from now.

The Great LargePants is riding it out in Provincetown, convinced nothing will happen. None of his neighbors are packing their kimonos and copper cookware into rented U-Hauls either.

Sparky might still be on the Jersey shore, though, and this can't be good.

They say they're going to cut all power in lower Manhattan and probably on the West side of Brooklyn too. So what do you when you live on the forty fourth floor? Plus, all the stores were surely hoarded empty by last week so you can't buy a roll of paper towels or bottle of water, and no delivery trucks can get in, and that goddam dog that got left in the apartment downstairs will NOT stop barking.

Yeah, 'way better to stay away until it's all over.