Here on the Upper West Side we plowed right through Hurricane Sandy.
On Sunday, my daughter Jessica, her boyfriend Matthew and roommate Olga, who live close enough to Zone “A” to be cautious, all came from over from Brooklyn.
It’s Wednesday and they’re still here.
Each day I have led them in an asana class.
While Sandy took out the MTA, slammed Con Ed and shuttered Wall Street it’s nice to know that
even the mightiest forces of nature don’t have the power to stop us from our yoga practice.