‘Where do you think the seagulls go during a storm like this?’ I asked as Jakub’s hands tightened around the steering wheel. We were closing in on the 9th Street Bridge to Ocean City, our bile-green box truck catching Hurricane Sandy’s old crone winds like a sail and threatening to put us in a ditch. The day before, when she was young, she might have done it.
‘The lucky ones found an attic to hide in or they’ve wedged themselves somewhere in the ferris wheel. The unlucky ones get caught up in the eye of the storm and just have to ride it out until the storm dries up.’
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Anthony Incollingo Harwan is from New Jersey and lives in Philadelphia. He’s descended from sea and mountain folk and because of this he makes a mean stew.