What to do About Monster Storms? Nothing. Absolutely Nothing.

Every time I boil an egg, I am reminded of people who have no eggs. No eggs, no water, no power — and whose chickens are god knows where. From my privileged perch above the (rising) Boston harbor, equipped with wifi, plenty of food, organic everything, and a cache of red wine, I stare at the eggs bobbing in the roiling Caribbean sea of my humble cooking pot. And I observe the simple principle that as water heats up, it boils.