(Once again, Bruce Springsteen’s song is painfully appropriate.) I’m no stranger to cataclysmic events. My first date with Jer was postponed by the L.A. riots. Our wedding venue was red-tagged right after the Northridge earthquake. My father was working in the Empire State Building on 9/11 and my brother worked downtown. Eliza and I evacuated for Hurricane Ida and watched the New Orleans power grid … Continue reading My City in Ruins