It’s just a house. It’s just a house. It’s just a house.

That’s so you’ll know I’m not one of those people with screwed up priorities.  That said, Saltaire, Fire Island is where my children grew up, where my family laughed its way through 25 summers, where I welcomed colleagues from the NFL to Fathom to Macaulay, and where I wrote two books.

So when I got the call tonight that we had lost decks and the trees in our front yard, but the roof was still attached and the ocean had stayed out of the house, I was grateful beyond words.  And sad for the many people who were forced to confront another future for themselves in places like Breezy Point, Seaside Heights, Hoboken, Long Beach, Staten Island.