Now I have heard from both of my sons in New York City. Both are fine. My No. 1 son is staying in a hotel because there is still no power in his part of Manhattan. He reports that he is a bit disappointed with his friends, who cannot manage the mess together, and enthusiastically. In other words, they are friends mainly on social networks, but these cannot function without juice. He also reports that he has heard that one of his friends has gotten robbed at gunpoint. My No. 2 son reports that it is nice being able to lean one’s weight into the wind without falling. He is my No. 1 son’s seventeen-year junior. He also reports that he is about to do a radio broadcast lasting an hour. He is a guitar player of some renown already. In short, all is well. Someone is sure to put many such stories together in the wake of Hurricane Sandy. Some will be quite wonderful, but some will surely be less so. The record will undoubtedly be of some use to people across the planet, for climate change is getting in its stride. No escaping it, wherever one lives.