Come On Irene

Irene was a terrible guest: blew into town, messed things up, and then headed north.  My apartment was unblemished by the storm, but the area around it got pretty roughed up.  Most the streets were blocked by either downed telephone poles or fallen trees.

My apartment neighbor and I took a walk to pull branches out of the roads.  We found a huge pine tree that was split down the middle.

The usual area I take my dog for run/walks looked like a T-rex had chased a jeep down it.  Signs, branches, benches… all were pulled from their original places and dropped nearby. 

Most of the New England is still without power, thanks to Irene and her branch throwing fiesta.  Traffic lights are street decorations now.  Repair crews and firefighters are doing awesome around the clock work, but there’s a lot.  We did get pretty lucky though, flooding was minimal, the surge was brief, and the pub never lost power.