We looked up the address of our friends in Point Pleasant, New Jersey, on Google Earth. The restaurant on the beach a short walk from their house is gone. Their neighborhood is buried in sand. [We looked at the neighborhood on Google Earth and compared it to a shot of a neighborhood in Point Pleasant buried in sand and could see that they were the same.] I certainly hope they did not decide to ride out the storm. They are in their 80's.We haven't been able to contact them. We can't get in touch with our New Jersey friends who live in Chatham either.
All of us are responsible for this. We consume resources as if there were no tomorrow. We are carbon neutral at home, but we fly a lot. How else can we see our grandchildren? And Terry still needs to fly on business trips. However, we are going to seriously cut back.
In any case, the joyride is about to come to an end. It's been fun, but the poor old planet can't take it any more.
Thinking about our friends in Point Pleasant reminds me of those New York days in 1970. We had such fun with them exploring the city when it was beat up, dangerous and fascinating. And real. Here is one of my favorite art works I saw then, Trophy I by Robert Rauschenberg. The buzz word of today is "prescient," so this is a warning from the past to the New Yorkers of today. Reality is back.
How overwhelmingly awful this all is. We can't go on living as we do, but we don't know any other way to live.
Looking for better phone reception and a wi-fi hot spot on 18th St. Photo from NYT, which has pulled down their paywall for the time being.