I remember Hurricane Gloria in 1985. My family was watching the TV coverage on Channel 8 and it looked pretty bad. It came boiling across Long Island Sound and the closer it got to Connecticut, the more we were frightened. We’d never been through a hurricane before. We’d come from the Midwest and lived with the threat of tornadoes, but never experienced one. Hurricanes were something new.
In the front yard, the wind picked up and the trees swayed, but the storm seemed manageable. It didn’t feel that dangerous. Meanwhile on TV, it looked like the end of the world.
As the eye passed overhead, the sun came out and the hurricane broke up. My son and I went out to the front porch. The rain was warm, the clouds were flying by and we could see the TV in the living room. The coverage was still dark and foreboding in New Haven, but in West Hartford, it was over.
I came to two conclusions that day. One, everything looks worse on TV and two, the buildup to the storm is worse than the storm itself.
Hurricane Irene socked Middletown in the eye. It did more damage than Gloria but it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. We lost power at 12:15PM Sunday and it hasn’t come on as of this writing. I talked to a friend who’s an electrical engineer and he talked to the electric company and they said it might be Thursday before we’re back online. I suspect we’ll lose everything in the fridge, but that’s a small price to pay considering.
On the bright side, I spent most of the storm with family and friends, and I still have a large piece of hurricane pie (apple) left.