A family friend of ours grew up on the northern shore of Long Island and actually took the ferry across to Bridgeport just as it was starting to get bad, on his way to boarding school at Deerfield. He said it was the most harrowing experience of his life to that date, and only superseded overall by his experience fighting in WWII and Korea. He thought the boat was going to sink the chop was so bad, and his chauffeur was so scared he was crying as they drove up the road to Hartford. Presumably, the eye passed right over or just west of him. Anyway, hell of a storm and something none of us is likely to see a repeat of.