I certainly don’t want to minimize the havoc caused by Hurricane Sandy, which left a trail of death and destruction along the Eastern Seaboard. But the fortunate fact is that we got off relatively easily here in Maine, where the storm knocked out power for thousands of people but caused nowhere near as much damage as it did when it swept through New Jersey and New York.
I’m sure they would deny it, but this was a sad turn of events for our local masters of hyperventilation: TV meteorologists. You could practically see them popping anti-depressants and crying into their coffee mugs on Monday as they prepared to go on the air with yet another update on the frankenstorm that turned into a frankendud here in the northern reaches.
It was almost like watching the reaction of a five-year-old kid who has dropped his ice cream cone on the sidewalk. Like that distraught child, our breathless, end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it weather gurus no longer had a reason to live.
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