...or REALLY lucky.
There is something surreal about watching a major news story on t.v. that is unfurling at a place I just visited. Just a few weeks ago I was with the throngs of revelers at The St. Patrick's Day Parade in Boston. There were thousands and thousands of people gathered together to have a good time and comradery just as they were on Monday for The Boston Marathon. The horror just seemed so much more personal seeing streets where I had just walked on my visit there.
Rewind to last fall. It was a blazing hot, sunny glorious day in Atlantic City, New Jersey. I had never been there before. I walked the boardwalk, checked out the carnival, had the best time with my brother Greg and friend Patrick at an outdoor beach bar with the Bon Jovi/Bruce Springsteen cover band providing the entertainment. A few weeks later I was parked in front of CNN watching all the places I just visited washed away by Hurricane Sandy.
Just a month before my daughter Emma and I had a dream trip to New Orleans. We had the most wonderful time. There was one rainy afternoon where we got manicures and then settled in at a coffee shop waiting for the storm to pass. There was a very memorable building on Canal Street that we looked at for quite some time while the palm trees swayed. A couple of weeks later, that was the very spot where CNN reporters stood while reporting on Hurricane Isaac.
Pretty weird, don't you think?