Hurricanes, Ants, and Toothpicks

I gently rocked my half-drunken glass of beer back and forth, making miniature waves that slapped against the side of the glass with a foamy crash. With just a sudden, sharp tilt of the glass, I could even manipulate the crest of the waves to curl over before impact. Those perfect, beautiful waves were just…

Luckily, the Levee didn’t Break (This Time)

We fled our little castle in the borough of Queens, NY several hours before the hurricane, known as Irene, made her debut in the area. En route to Irvington, the highway seemed like a ghost town. The paranoids had already left the day prior—per the advice of their media mogul, globe-trottin Mayor Bloomberg. Out of…