I highly recommend 722 miles, a book about the engineering and political machinations that went into one of our country's great civic achievements — the New York Subway. Our transit system is over a century old!
Rebecca Mead notes: "Commentators already calling this the 'storm of the century' are hopelessly optimistic." Sadly I agree.
When we finally left the house around noon, we were met with damage much worse than I thought we'd encounter. Obviously the pictures that play on the internet are the flooded streets, downed trees and floating cars, but the level of incidental damage was breathtaking. Some scaffolding on our building had blown clear across broadway, which up here means six lanes of traffic and a wide median. Seemingly every other tree was down or much shorter do to the loss of major branches. It goes without saying there were no leaves left on the trees, bringing an end to our brief Fall. Lev insisted on walking down the subway stairs — you try explaining to him why no train is coming! Four MTA workers were actually on the tracks surveying damage. The tracks and platform were visibly flooded. Lev yelled "Hello!" and one of them offered back "We're closed."