The Frankenstorm is coming! The governor of Connecticut was on TV this morning calling the storm "the worst disaster of our lifetime that we have been able to prepare ourselves for." (He's got a way with words) Winds will reach sustained speeds of up to 80 miles per hour, storm surges will flood coastal areas and people may lose power for days. Already thousands of people have been forced to evacuate their homes.
The only non-threatening aspect of this storm? It's name. Sandy. Really? It's like the big, jowly bulldog that answers to Fifi. Here's what comes to my mind when I hear Sandy.
Little Orphan Annie's lovable rescue pup. Only a threat if your last name is Hannigan.
Because I am TV-minded, the name Sandy also makes me think of the warm-hearted patriarch of the Cohen family, played by Peter Gallagher. Sandy Cohen brought the Hannukah to Seth's Chrismukkah, which I loved him for.
And, of course, last-- but not least-- the name Sandy calls to mind pop culture's most famous Sandy:
And this scene (more specifically the song "Sandy" that Travolta sings later on in this scene) is the one that is plaguing me. I can't help but try to make new lyrics.
Stranded in my drive-way,
Shut-in--not cool. And the district
has cancelled all school....
Sandy, can't you see, I'm in misery.
You're gonna hit, they've closed Target
There's nothing left for me
Trees have flown, all alone
I sit and wonder why-iy-iy oh why
They named you-- ugh--Sandy.
Let's hope Sandy turns out to be all hype and as wimpy as its name suggests.
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