NYMag
NEW YORK — “Wanna order a pizza?” Jeff asks. “I don’t know if we’ll have time to eat it, but we might as well get it.”
It is 4:48 p.m. on May 21, and earthquakes have not yet riven the Earth. “When the sky goes dark and you feel a rumbling, I’m going to ask you and the kids to step outside very quickly,” Jeff told me when I first arrived at his small ranch house in Hicksville, Long Island.
“God willing, we’ll all be taken up in a whirlwind to Heaven. I know it might sound strange, but that’s my understanding of how it’s going to go.”
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