I’ve re-fallen in love with New York by way of post-Sandy Red Hook. Many homes and businesses were destroyed (and some are still without power), but the community is buzzing with neighborly love, volunteers, and that smile-at-a-stranger, small-town vibe rare in a city so sprawling and transient. On my way to volunteer at the water’s edge, I even heard someone call out from across the street, “DOES ANYONE WANT COFFEE?! I’m making a pot.” She was talking to the block as a whole.
These are some photos from Saturday, less than a week after the storm hit. I walked around talking to people, helping them hose down muddy belongings and haul the things that were unsalvageable to the curb. Edna and Robert (mom and son) have lived in Red Hook for 30 years, only a few blocks from the water. Their house was completely flooded, and they were without power. Edna told me that she woke up to the entirety of her neighbor’s roof crunched up in her tiny porch behind the house. But they were literally whistling while they worked.
Much love and hope to all the communities who were hit. I hope volunteers continue to come out by the droves. There’s work to be done.