It is about two weeks post-Sandy and my building still has a sign on it saying No Access, an order Charlotte and Balloon and I have been defying since as soon as we could get back here. (Reminding me of 9/11 when crowds were running up 6th Avenue and I was running down -- thinking I could help somehow, thinking I like to be where things are happening, thinking I should have become an EMT, not thinking.) Who cares that our power is still going in and out and that we are walking up and down stairs, etc etc? I know a lot of people whose places and lives are in shambles from that storm, so I'm not making light. But look at these beautiful leftovers outside my door this morning!
It is about two weeks post- Sandy and my building still has a sign on it saying No Access.