…to catch a bus, on 42nd Street, going out of the City, the lines are a City block long, the long side of the block. And it is dark and cold and today snowing! The lines at the subway for the trains that are running. The first line of a conversation, heard repeatedly, “so how did you fair? Are you under water, did you lose power”? The lines at the liquor store. The lines of words on pages being read by those still house bound. The pick up lines at the bars, because more people are gathering to be with others, than to stay at home alone. The direct prayer line some people are invoking to stop another disaster from happening, as foul weather is forecast for tonight. The lines of divers still operating on Staten Island looking for bodies in the water. The lines are endless…