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Sunday, May 24, 2015
Someone else’s storm
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Chris Connolly
This is the head I mistook for a nightmare Howdy Doody. It made such an impression that I went out searching the wetlands to find it and figure out what it was.


    Early on, Sandy felt like just another adventure. I walked around most of the day taking pictures. I saw families filling sand bags on the beach. I saw a surfer/jet ski duo towing into waves that were double overhead. Then I went home, and that’s when Sandy punched me in the mouth.


    The scariest thing was her speed. It had been windy and rainy all day on Oct. 29, but it felt manageable until just after 6. I took notes on what time things happened. I started getting text messages about people losing power in New Jersey and inland parts of New York at 5:40, so I decided to cook dinner before the lights went out. I started making food at 6:10. I live about 80 yards from the bay, so I went out and checked on it before I ate. At 6:20 the water was getting rowdy, but hadn’t breached the banks. I ate and went back outside, and by 6:27 the flood was over my front steps. In seven minutes the bay had advanced 240 feet and at least 10 inches in depth.


    I knew the tide wasn’t going to recede until after 9, so I ran and moved my truck to the highest ground I could find — a sidewalk in front of a plumber’s shop. It nonetheless succumbed to saltwater poisoning five days later.

    At no point during the storm did I think I was going to die. But as I returned from moving my truck, through rushing water now deeper than my waist, it occurred to me that I might have to spend the night on my roof, or floating somewhere over Lido Boulevard, my dog perched on the nose of my surfboard as I paddled furiously to stay local. That seemed like an extremely un-enticing way to pass an evening.


    Since that moment, Sandy hasn’t stopped for me. The flood never gushed full on into my house, but she came right up to my doorstep. The water, just before the tide abated, was level with my living room floor, perhaps a little higher. If my world had been a cup of coffee at high tide, you would have taken a sip before lifting it off a table.

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Maryledwith

I have visited Point Lookout since I was 15 months old.  My dad spent his summers at my Grandma Ledwith's and Aunt Kit's place since the 1930's. The home is still in the Staudt family. Such loving warm memories of family the ocean and wonderful meals together.  Your account refreshed my vision that  this precious home may be now " Floating Memory".  Though all was fine at the high end of town closer to the church, your experience was felt by so many of my cousins there. 

I hope you recover sooner than later and have support of family and friends. Is there someone in particular there that can use some hands on help? Let me know.

Thursday, November 29, 2012 | Report this
irishdiva1115

I read this story and it is a incredible way to describe the feeling. I live in Island Park, I also stayed behind thinking to myself well I would rather be here to do all I can to save my belongnings atleast the irreplaceable items. I have never experienced anyhting like this in my life have always seen it on television and it hurts to watch the devastation that others have went through not knowing exactly how they felt until now. It is the most humbleing life altering experience that anyone can go through. Ypu are completely rendered powerless when nature unleashes her fury.

For us we flooded that morning before about 3 feet in the streets, it went back down at low tide, however that evening the lights flickered on and off around 6:45 pm and then were out completely at 6:50 at that moment we grab some last minute items and put them up as high as possible and then the water started rushing in from all corners of the house within 10 minutes the water was up to my knees. My son started crying saying omg we are in trouble. I never feared for my life however my mind started racing " what to do next ? how high is it going to get? where will I lve? " questions that I could not answer. I had 5 feet of water in my house I watched from the 2nd floor as my shoes, my clothes, furniture etc just flowed throught he house in water. The next morning we woke to no more water in the house or streets, and began to clean up the remnants of my life and Sandy. It took 10 days to clean up and with no power for 6 weeks and the loss of my car it was difficlut to complete things once it got dark out. I still to this day do not have heat in my house other than electric baseboards heaters, and the work is not done as far as rebuilding.

Thank You for your incredible story

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