East Village in Crisis
Last Thursday, a block on Second Ave in the East Village was devastated by an enormous explosion that destroyed four buildings, killed two people, and wounded many more. There's a video at the source, and it's far too much like a small-scale 9/11 for my comfort, with the cloud of smoke and the vaporization of a building within the space of seconds. The immediate questions, of course, are how and why. It wasn't terrorism; just everyday human error, or at least that's what it sounds like to me. City officials indicated the explosion was due to a faulty gas or plumbing issue, but answers have been far from definitive as the investigation continues.
So we are still left with our how and why. We live in a city that's said to never sleep, a complicated network of moving parts and cogwheels meshing together. Despite the frantic nature of New York, there are certain things we tend to rely on, one of which being that we expect the buildings we bustle through won't collapse around our ears at any given moment. The next step after the investigation, after the clean-up, after the recovery, must be accountability. How did one building's pipe system take two lives? Who was responsible for upkeep and maintenance, for ensuring the safety of customers and personnel alike (one fatality was a patron at a restaurant; the other, an employee of the same)? These are not only businesses, but people's homes, buildings that are now destroyed. We have to start paying more attention to our aging infrastructure, because, let's face it, New York City's an aging urban jungle. Anyone who's submerged themselves in the century-old subway and all its, well, eccentricities, so to speak, can attest to that. We have to repair or replace old structures before they end up causing disasters.
We're New Yorkers; we can adapt. But we should never have to accept fatal oversights from those assigned to prevent them. The East Village, and the community of the city as a whole, deserves an answer for how and why.
***Hey Boylan Readers~
Reporting now from your strange and obscure New York news column, Annaliisa signing on.
I'm sure all of you have at one time taken a trip to the lovely Coney Island. Many of us have experienced the waves, the rides, and the arguable ricketiness of the rides.
I can't count how many times I have watched a ride at Coney Island and been amazed at slow, menacing progression of the rides. A few of them appear as they are right about to collapse.
And in fact, on the ride the Cyclone-during this past Sunday, the roller coaster did indeed get stuck on the tracks.
Thankfully it finally got it's readers helped down from the disastrous height and back into relative safety. Although I wonder if the incident would have any type of impact on the riders aboard the dangerous trek of a roller coaster.
The roller coaster is 85 feet at its highest, a bit of a scary drop when you consider you've been stuck up there for an hour or so.
24 riders had to be evacuated, but no one sustained any injuries, thank goodness.
I wonder how I would have felt being up there, and what inspiration I may have gathered. OR the fear that may have rumbled to the surface. I'm honestly surprised no one panicked and tried to jump out.
Strange Brooklyn News, signing off,