Wherever I went today — a day that seemed strangely proloooooonged given the amount of notice we've been given for Irene (yet to arrive) — people were responding to the threat: plywood was going up, anchors were going down, surfers were going surfing. Even at Sandy's Liquors, where I stopped post-Farmers' Market for some Newport Storm in the interest of preparedness, folks were making the most of the situation by contributing a few words' worth of requested graffiti. And on Bannister's Wharf, despite stacked & tethered outdoor seating, bars were hopping. It almost felt normal but for the empty-ish docks and exceeding number of lines from bow to bottom. And the plywood. And the stillness. It was so still. It's STILL still. The wait (weight?) continues ...
