By Peter Rosengard, September 19, 2012
Last Saturday, I flew to New York.
At 6pm I was in a cab from JFK into Manhattan, when the driver said: "The tornado is due at 9pm." He said it like a waiter saying, "your eggs will be with you in five minutes."
"What!!?" I shouted, sticking my face into the little gap in the glass partition. "Are you kidding me! What is this? The Wizard of Oz!?"