I was in NYC, in its epicenter. I say that because my neighborhood was the last to get power back. We went from Chelsea down to the Village because there were restaurants reopening down there, and finally Chelsea got power and as we saw the streetlights go back on up 9th Avenue, nothing had ever been so wonderful.
A friend who couldn't get home to the Bronx made her way to our apartment for the duration; having a houseguest made it easier for us to keep our chins up, somehow. We went to a fun and surreal dinner party on another floor where the guy who lived there had a dinner party already planned and he wanted to cook and use as much of what was in his refrigerator that night. Luckily we had gas stoves and our water wasn't pumped electrically. I'm not sure if that's true of our current building, but the friend who camped out with us now lives in Manhattan in a complex with a generator, so she's already on notice we may ask for the favor to be returned!
And of course we went through it all again with Sandy.
That was during my stay-home dad period. I had taken the kids out to pick up the local newspaper, in which I'd been interviewed about my debut fiction publication. Just as I turned to the page, and pointed out that Daddy was famous, the lights went out. We went home to relax by candlelight and flashlight, and camp on the cooler first floor. My wife didn't make it back from Manhattan until very late that night. Quite the adventure.
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A friend who couldn't get home to the Bronx made her way to our apartment for the duration; having a houseguest made it easier for us to keep our chins up, somehow. We went to a fun and surreal dinner party on another floor where the guy who lived there had a dinner party already planned and he wanted to cook and use as much of what was in his refrigerator that night. Luckily we had gas stoves and our water wasn't pumped electrically. I'm not sure if that's true of our current building, but the friend who camped out with us now lives in Manhattan in a complex with a generator, so she's already on notice we may ask for the favor to be returned!
And of course we went through it all again with Sandy.
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That was during my stay-home dad period. I had taken the kids out to pick up the local newspaper, in which I'd been interviewed about my debut fiction publication. Just as I turned to the page, and pointed out that Daddy was famous, the lights went out. We went home to relax by candlelight and flashlight, and camp on the cooler first floor. My wife didn't make it back from Manhattan until very late that night. Quite the adventure.
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