The snow came to Connecticut. Then it came again. And again. Then a few more times in the name of good fortune. The end result was lost pets, cars permanently buried, and building collapses. A quick glance on local news’ websites shows the dark reality of a healthy winter. The first building I heard about was in downtown Middletown. The second floor was home to an accounting firm my mother once worked for. When the roof caved in it demolished the third floor along with the second. The two employees present at work heard the roof moan and immediately evacuated. Darwin would have been proud.
By the time I had heard the news about the Middletown collapse it seemed that buildings were collapsing faster than Charlie Sheen at a porn-star party. The local news reported 16 collapses around the area. At this point I wondered if there were flaws in roof designs or an absence of common sense. What’s more, if the flaws were that simple I wondered whom was minding the grind stone and sharpening the daggers. In a just world the finished edges would only remain sheathed until the mobs found the responsible architects. With torches ablaze the culprits would be carried to the town square to await an inevitable verdict. But I must digress, we live in a civil world with insurance and common sense. Therefore torches, daggers, and raging mobs hell bent on democracy are not common place.
After the news reports I was convinced that my roof was the only flat roof in Connecticut that didn’t collapse. Milford had a collapse in the industrial park. I hoped it wasn’t Cracker Barrel. I couldn’t deal with the tragedy of a break in the flow of hash brown casserole. Then Stafford had a collapse. The renters said it was like “September 11, 2001” but without the planes and save the fact they weren’t in a skyscraper.
In Enfield another roof caved in. It was a 40×80 ft. section at a warehouse. Fire Chief Ed Richards told the puzzled public “I’m urging folks to get their roofs cleaned off as much as they can.” This was a relief for people like me who looked to be saved by studying Strauss’ Lorelei Rheinklange. Finally a clear and logical approach emerged, we may, in fact, win the day.
The Infinite Collapse
I turns out that the winter storm was not only destructive but it also had a name; Denis. The damage was so apparently clear that most Connecticut residents should shake with fear if the name ever passes across the lips of a local resident again. Even without the mention of the storm’s name numerous businesses had been evacuated. Schools in Middletown as well as a Day Care, and a Food Share in Bloomfield, prompted the call for additional help. The National Guard came to the rescue in Tolland while Middletown, the apparent epicenter, is still awaiting their response . Connecticut has been around for long time and I am still puzzled when we scramble to save the innocent because we have forgotten to address our flat-roof issue. I wish every one of my fellow resident the best.