“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Ever since the beginning of time, mankind has been drawn to bodies of water. From the Queen of the Nile to Napoleon’s Seine and London’s Thames, the sustenance of life had become the criterion of society. In America, the love affair continued; with help from Ernest Hemingway, the essence of man became an errant sea farer. American real estate shifted from manner houses to beach houses and coastal towns began to emanate with the new standard.
In Long Island, the idiom “go west my friend” went unheeded and to great success. The American dream was delivered with dynamic style. From the bastilles in the Hamptons, to the North Fork fishers, Long Islanders came from all tracks of life, but no matter the differences, we are all lovers of the life aquatic. On October 28th, 2012 we all realized the sacrifices that must be made for such a life.
In Lido Beach, what was at first an opportunity for big wave surfing, quickly escalated into a massive evacuation. Hurricane Sandy pitted coastal neighborhoods with such force that hundreds lost their homes and over a million lost power. Some of the most prominent areas in Long Island were destroyed; from the Nautical Mile to Claudio’s of Greenport. In our homes, dark and cold, we all began to reevaluate our situation. With an escalating gas crisis and an Nor’easter within our midst, the battle rages on. But like many times before, Long Islanders continue to be a resilient pedigree. In a place with three million people and only two major means of exit, we learned to rely on ourselves. New Jersey has its own problems and the City think the sun rises and sets on the Manhattan empire; if we want something done, we do it ourselves.
So as the days beat on and the power comes back, we will again breathe the fresh sea air and thank the Lord that this is our Island and we are all Long Islanders.