I'm writing this open call from my parents' apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, which is currently doubling as my personal Frankenstorm bunker, replete with dry goods, bottled water, the first season of "Homeland" and our family's odiferous but much beloved basset hound. As it turns out, my own apartment is planted a few blocks inside New York's dreaded, Suzanne Collins-sounding Zone A, where Mayor Bloomberg has ordered mandatory evacuations for what could be a historic storm. Truthfully, I'd just as soon ride this tempest out at home, but I'm pretty sure the Internet connection here is stronger than it will be in Brooklyn. (The moral of the story is that postal workers have nothing on Salon's editorial staff. We'll be live-blogging the apocalypse when it arrives.)
More to the point, we want to see how the storm has affected you. Hit us with your best photos from Hurricane Sandy, and if you think you've got a full-bodied post on the subject, don't be shy. We hope to assemble your best work into a slide show cataloguing the devastation. (The bread shelves of Park Slope's Food Co-op have already been pillaged. What future horrors await?)
Be sure to tag your posts "Frankenstorm Open Call." Please note that by using the tag "Frankenstorm Open Call," you're giving us permission to crosspost your piece in part or in its entirety on Salon.