Here it is, another busy month. Mark traveling a good portion of the month, Garrett traveling as well. So when the time came for a party in NYC, I was too excited to do something. No time for Botox or lip fillers. But I can go from New York to Connecticut and help (hahahahahaha) with the Thanksgiving preparations.
What a beautiful party, meeting people in Mark's new business. What amazing stories about Hurricane Sandy. Survival stories, damage stories, how luck stories. The streets looked like Godzilla or King Kong strolled along flattening trees, houses, buildings. The spirit of everyone that endured the hardship of this storm was in amazing spirits.
This would include a guy that has gone to work when no one else did. He went to work during snow storms, floods, earthquakes, Rodney King riots, Laguna Fires, 9/1, in sickness and in health and now the hurricane of the century. Oh Mark, you are always in the middle of things.
Perhaps his disaster experience initiated his preparedness for it. He gassed up all of the vehicles that were in Airway's parking lot. He reserved several rooms at airport hotels, in case employees got stranded, he charged all electronics. One thing that he did that could quite possibly give me a heart attach from afar, was to drive. This was not like other disasters that simply involved a duck swimming through the lobby because the building's pretty little pond overflowed from rains. This was Sandy, the bitch of all storms.
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