Spent the day wandering around a henhouse [yes-true] and shooting highway scenes of the army awaiting orders at West Point. [+ got some pretty cool State Trooper guy to escort me back to the car- also true]
Most areas were closed off. The city smelled electric. Like burning transformers and melting wires. It seemed like it was on fire. You couldn't see anywhere- there was a fine cloud of debris overtaking lower Manhattan. Only police cars and ambulances were in the streets. & taxicabs.
I spent the night in whatever town Ichabodd Crane is from, then exited accordingly.