My Jersey Cousin Jack And The Devastation of New Jersey

My cousin Jack is 2 years old, and his parents are my Uncle Brian and Aunt Tara. They live in Fanwood, New Jersey. My Dad was going to New Jersey to look at a job, when he thought he needed a driving companion, so he brought me to be the navigator. And when we arrived at our destination, it was 10:30 PM at night, so I didn't see Jack until the next morning. I slept in Jack's room so when he awoke he saw me and the first reaction was jumping, and, "Where's Emory where's Peter John?" But he just had me. And so we jumped.    

That day Jack went to play school while my Dad and I went to a town on the coast of New Jersey called Manasquan. It was hit by hurricane Sandy very severely. We went to see the work my Dad would have to do if he got the job. The town was crushed by Hurricane Sandy so badly, because there used to be 7 foot dunes on the beach, but now they' re in every house and restaurant on the beach. The water came up 5 to 8 feet in some houses, there used to be boardwalks everywhere but now just their supports are standing. There was one house that's  foundation was knocked right out from under it. The storm took away everything from the people of Manasquan. If I was in that hurricane I would feel devastated because I wouldn't have Christmas like almost every other person in the world.

Last night my Dad, Aunt Tara, Jack, and I went to a Sushi restaurant called FUGI and the sushi was the best. And the waiter adored Jack as much as I adored the sushi.