Moving Inland

Storm. Flood. Wreck. Dilemma: stick it out or move on?

I know when it’s time to leave. Now is not that time.

Three hours before Hurricane Sandy I fill thick trash bags with sand from our beach. It’s against coop rules to fuck with the communal shore, but Chairman Masha hasn’t noticed yet because she’s busy talking down to her gardener.

She packs her disabled cat in her car and tells me she’s driving to Will…