I was once in a very scary hurricane in Westhampton Beach. I lay awake all night waiting for the roof to be blown off as each gust rhythmically lifted the roof slightly, and I was sure the next one would have me looking at the sky. It was not a disaster but I wasn’t sure of that at the time. I do have a fear that an earthquake will hit New York ever since we had a slight one a few years ago. I worry that I’ll end up homeless, in rubble, in my bare feet and nightgown. If a nuke hit New York and I survived the first blast, I would take two aspirins and go to bed, as there would be no way of getting out and I’m not sure I’d want to anyway.