Dodging the Arrow

William Tell

Living near the sea and at the mercy of it, we watched a lot of the Weather Channel over the past days and screens filled with cones and arrows, time lines and accuracy.  We dodged the arrow so to speak (William Tell and shooting the apple springs to mind) and now look on in horror at those who weren't so lucky.

Water came up to our door, or so the line of washed up leaves told us, so we were far more fortunate than our neighbors down the street and around the corner. In fact our end of the island faired a lot better than we expected or deserved as all of us were in something of the same boat until the left turn arrow sprung up and the balance of effects became uneven.

We opened on Monday, wood came off the windows and our friends showed up to say hello. All had stories to tell, mostly good for "Halloween scared stuff".  We will have one here in our village as we were spared somewhat but LIPA is out of power and trick or a treat will have a limited geographic area for the ghosts and goblins.

Our Gate Night prankster missed our town and for that we are thankful. One arrow that missed its mark.