So. Hurricane Irene was really a non-event for us. Tropical storm Lee however, did a number on Central PA. The flooding and damage has been the most this area has had since the 70’s. Lucky for us, we didn’t buy the house I really wanted by the river – we bought a house on top of a hill that didn’t require flood insurance. We did get so much water that I’m pretty sure my vegetable garden will be ruined, and yesterday we received notice that our water was no longer safe to drink. Not wonderful news but considering the homes we saw, completely destroyed, we feel very lucky.
That doesn’t mean we wanted to stick around. We had made plans to drop our kids off with Beth and her family for the weekend and head to New York City, and flooding wasn’t going to keep us away from non-refundable tickets to Wicked (oh yeah – Tom got us tickets to Wicked! Happy Dance!). We had to drive down to Lancaster (because the train station in Middletown closest to us was flooded out) but we were able to catch a train, and a few hours later we were stepping in to Penn Station.
Where to go first? I was starving. Tom was starving. We knew what had to be done. Off to find my friend Marty’s Fortress of Solitude. Follow the Long Island Rail signs and stop when you hit the Papaya dog.
Tom got mustard on his, and mine was plain. It was exactly what I needed.
Time to go explore the city. With NO CHILDREN. I am so ready for this!