Devastating

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A few summers back we hit the Jersey Shore for the weekend and spent time with some great friends. As a family we were truly impressed with the sheer beauty of the place.

Swamps of Jersey?

Hell no, it was great.

Like everyone else in the country (at least I hope so) my heart is heavy with the devastation that the bitch Sandy brought to the area.

New York is my favorite city in the world to visit. I also lived in Connecticut for a year. The Stone Pony is there. Yankee Stadium is there.

Hell, Bruce lives there!

And the photos and the stories of pain...

...makes you forget about the Republican versus Democrat shit, doesn't it?

And we saw how people sort of banded together. Governor Christie and President Obama walking together to survey the damage.

Public servants doing what they could to try and help the citizens of a great area of OUR country.

As I saw them step together on the nightly news I considered that they were doing what they are elected to do rather than bitching at each other and each other's party or telling lies to get elected again next time.

Step-by-step. Side-by-side. United. States. Working together.

And I am not naive enough to think that all that good faith won't be washed away next week by the storm of the election, but it was good to see for a moment.

And man, the best part of being an American, and I still believe it is this way, is that we have a lot of resolve.

The hurricane damaged us?

Huff and puff and blow our house in. We'll build it again.

Bomb our buildings??

We'll build them higher and we won't forget.

Yet the devastation of loss. Loss of life. Loss of time. Loss of homes and power and dreams and ambitions.

Just devastating.

It's the only word that comes to mind over and over again.

Let's build it up again.

Together this time.

No more Katrina type back and forth political bullshit, please.

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