The Astons

Tom and I were watching Good Morning America earlier today and were horrified by the destruction created by Sandy, a hurricane that hit the east coast yesterday affecting over sixty million people.  The widespread damage from water, wind, and fire is incomprehensible, but it's still early and the devastating effects of this natural disaster will grow exponentially in the following hours, days and weeks to come.  We're sad for those who lost their lives as well as those who are left behind to clean up the mess and pick up the pieces from their broken lives, yet with all the terrible stories there is one family that was interviewed this morning by ABC News that I can't get out of my mind.

The Astons (a family of four) were staying in a "posh" section of Manhattan when the police evacuated several blocks around their hotel because a crane one hundred stories up was dangling precariously, thus putting everyone in its vicinity in danger.  Once they were settled in their new "posh" accommodations, ABC came calling and the father (sitting with his wife and two middle school-aged children) told his terrible story. He had to walk in the rain ten blocks with two children---at this point his wife interjected with "AND LUGGAGE"--to a new location. 

Oh, those poor Astons.