Monday morning’s helicopter traffic at East Hampton Airport began at about 6:12, at least according to the clock on my computer screen.
Because of the hurricane, Lisa and I had evacuated the dogs and the children to her parents’ house on high ground off Route 114, about two-thirds of the way from East Hampton to Sag Harbor. I was up before the sun on Monday, trying to post updates on the storm on The Star’s Web site. The door to the back deck was open, so the dogs, confused about being in the wrong house, could go in and out.
The skies above East Hampton were relatively quiet, at least for one of the last weekends in August. Had at least some of the helicopter crowd not opted to stay elsewhere, I expect the roar would have been more like that on the Monday the Dow Jones Industrial Average fainted after the United States&rsq