Just last year I chronicled my brother Phil’s encounter with a predicted weather Armageddon in downtown Manhattan.
He lives with wife Sylvia and their six year-old twin girls between the World Trade Centre site and Wall Street in an apartment, five steps above street level.
In August 2011 he was mightily relieved that the Category 5 tropical storm Irene turned out to be a fizzer. Like many New Yorkers, he joked about it.
“If this Hurricane Irene doesn’t happen a lot of people in Manhattan are going to be really bummed. The first thing they’re going to do is go back to the stores ...