Hurricane Sandy
Americans will remember the day that Hurricane Sandy hit our shores. Baby boomers will remember it like we remember other horrific days: 9/11, the Challenger disaster, JFK assassination. The biggest difference with this disaster was that it wasn’t man-made. It was a relentless natural storm of epic proportions that could not be prevented, or controlled. We could only prepare and then wait until Sandy finished unleashing her fury on our lives, our shore, and our property.
Four days after the storm, we decided to take a drive to Atlantic City. We wanted to view the damage to the island where we spent so many lazy summer days enjoying the hot sunny beach and laughing with good friends.
Our first stop was Longport. We could hardly recognize the streets. Sand was piled like snow drifts in front of mansions.
A Golden Picture 