For me personally, Hurricane Irene was mostly a non-event — I had a quiet afternoon, complete with french toast under close feline supervision. However, Central Square was the emptiest and quietest I’ve ever seen it during the summer months. There were only a couple cafes and such open, and they were busy, but there were remarkably few people on the street.
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