Lorna Dane: Dad, Anya didn’t melt your records. Pietro did. Magneto: Is that true? Lorna Dane: And you know that mailman you got fired? He didn’t steal your playboys. Pietro did. Pietro Maximoff: Yeah, well, Hurricane Gloria didn’t break the porch swing. Lorna did! Lorna Dane: Pietro hasn’t worked with the Avengers for a year! Pietro Maximoff: Lorna and Gambit are living together! Lorna Dane: Pietro married Crystal in Vegas again and got divorced again! Magneto: [gasps] Billy Kaplan: I love Teddy Altman! Wanda Maximoff: I wasn’t supposed to put beef in the trifle! Tommy Shepherd: I want to go!
When Hurricane Gloria touched down in Long Island in 1985, I was focused on something completely different (although not unsurprisingly): baseball.
I was 7 years old and was supposed to see the Yanks take on the Tigers at the Stadium on that September day. It was the only thing I could think of - all throughout the school day, I kept saying I was going to tonight’s Yankees game, completely oblivious to the weather circling outside.
The game plan was to meet my dad - he came home early from work that day - and head up to the Bronx. I was with my mom at the local A&P and, in this age before cell phones, somehow, my dad met up with us in the store. He told me the game was postponed due to Gloria and I was heartbroken.
We returned home and I all I could do from not crying was to sit on the living room couch and watch the wind violently blow the trees. I was like a little sad puppy looking out into the world outside. With the rain coming down and the wind whipping, I saw something moving from down the block. The street was isolated, save for the leaves that whirled in the hurricane’s path, yet I saw a person coming toward me.
It was Moshe, a friend’s father who, what years later would be called an extreme athlete, was running outside during a hurricane. It was the most bizarre, yet serene thing I saw: a man fighting nature just to get his run in.
The things we remember, right? Hurricanes in New York in the 1980s.