First off, let me say how much I love this thread. I work in NYC, and commute about 90 minutes each way to get to my corporate job which is slowly stripping away my personality and soul. That said, I'm a damned good Marketing Manager- could sell ice cubes to eskimos and all that. My ice cubes are always perfectly square and come in 6 different colors, and a Tacti-cube with picatinny rails for Alaskan forum members.
Anyway, my blackout story isnt one of survival or preparation. Quite the contrary actually. I was 24 years old at the time and my priorities were much, much different. I was living in Long Beach, Long Island and my buddy and I were playing hookey from work for the day (we were pharmaceutical sales reps- hey, these drugs sold themselves.The irony is the name of the product I was selling, which is for another time).
It was getting hot in our apartment and I was getting pissed at losing in Madden 2003 so I asked him to plug in the air conditioning. Hopefully, while he was not looking I could run a play or something. I shit you not, the second the plug hit the outlet the power went out. I was like "dude what did you do?" He was swearing that he didnt do anything wrong and I clearly did not believe him- his nickname is "Mush" and pretty much everything he touches breaks, ESPECIALLY electronics. So at this point I poke my head into the hallway and see all the lights are out. I yell back into the apartment "Hey dipshit, you knocked out the power on the whole floor!"
It slowly dawned on us what was going on, and we walked down to the boardwalk to see a lot of people sitting in their cars listening to the news on their car radio. Once we learned it was a blackout we scrambled for the essentials (essential to me before my "awakening"). He ran as quickly as he could to get the cooler, while I ran up the street and bought ice. We filled the cooler with beer and set up the volleyball net right near the boardwalk. I spent the entire blackout getting... errrr, blacked out with about 20 people playing volleyball. It was actually.... awesome.
All kidding aside, Fast forward about 5 years. I am married. Wife is pregnant. It hits me like a donkey punch between the eyes. 9/11. The blackout. WTF was I thinking? Well, obviously I wasnt and my priorities/mindset have changed significantly. Was it easier living back then- sure. But not a day goes by during my commute into the city where I say to myself "I hope nothing bad happens today, and if it does, im walking across the 59th street bridge ASAP". I carry a backpack, small first aid kit, 2 mag lights, Leatherman squirt, slippie SAK in my pocket, and a small foldable map of NYC with ferry routes and train lines.
My wife and kids are prepped for a "bug-in" situation, as Long Island, as I understand it, simply doesnt even have an evacuation plan. We have BOBs pre-packed, the kids do as well. We are as armed as NYS will allow, and we openly discuss, but not obsess, on our plans in case of some kind of emergency. Both if I am stuck in the city or if we are together. I agree, having some plan, some type of next step, and keeping a cool head are the most critical resources at your disposal.