one fond memory of my dad; NYC; 1970’s…when we’d hear on the radio or our staticky black n white tv that there was a hurricane or extreme storm watch, he’d urge us to come hang out with him in his room with the window of his bedroom wide open, looking out at NYC from th 6th floor, watching for an hour or so for the hurricane. he drank little tiny Miller “pony” beers while we were doing this. I recall this being very exciting and fun and I remember it happening pretty regularly….
