Like many of my fellow citizens, I love living in Manhattan. However, ever since 9/11, there's been an unspoken fear in all of us that we continue to remain a target for all those who abhor and detest that which our nation stands for.
Right now, that unspoken fear is being realized again.
It's 9:30 am and I'm at my office in midtown Manhattan. An unusually toxic gas smell is pervading the entire city. People from the financial district to Harlem to Jersey City are all reporting a strange natural gas odor. NYPD sirens are blaring as the police, fire marshalls, the Coast Guard, and ConEd all speed around the city and try to locate the source. Macy's has been evacuated. Train services have been suspended. Some office buildings are being evacuated. And the Mayor just went on the air announcing that the city has no idea where the smell is coming from. Great!
I'm fairly sure that this will turn out to be an innocuous gas leak from somewhere. And while I'm generally not one to panic, things are different when you have a helpless little 2-year-old daughter. Obviously, my only thoughts are about her. I just got off the phone with her daycare center. They've turned off the ducts allowing air into the center and the building manager has assured me that everything is alright. If anything, the Peanut is probably safer than I am.
But God damn, is there anything scarier than being a parent?