From the Chicago Sun Times:
Eighty-two-year-old Abe Feinstein, who has lived in Coney Island since the early 1960s, said he wasn’t going anywhere.
“How can I get out of Coney Island? What am I going to do? Run with this walker?” Feinstein said.
The retiree lives on the eighth floor of a building that overlooks the boardwalk; his daughter lives on the third floor. Feinstein watched Hurricane Gloria in 1985 from an apartment down the street.
“I think I have nothing to worry about,” he said. “I’ve been through bad weather before. It’s just not going to be a problem for us.”
It’s a hurricane. It’s not “bad weather.” You’re in your 80s, so we know you didn’t just fall off the turnip truck.
This isn’t about stubborn, it’s about stupid. I mean no disrespect or anything, but GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN, YOU IDIOT.
In the last 200 years, New York has seen only a few significant hurricanes. In September of 1821, a hurricane raised tides by 13 feet in an hour and flooded all of Manhattan south of Canal Street, the southernmost tip of the city. The area now includes Wall Street and the World Trade Center memorial.
In 1938, a storm dubbed the Long Island Express came ashore about 75 miles east of the city on neighboring Long Island and then hit New England, killing 700 people and leaving 63,000 homeless.
Yeah, that sounds like something one should stick around for and watch from the windows. You might feel the need to watch over your fifty years of National Geographic magazines, a dilapidated couch with the throw pillow your mother needlepointed, and an ancient TV, but if you can’t run with your walker now, Grampa, wait until the streets are under 13 feet of water.