16th
I lived on the second floor, in that corner. My dad the hero weaseled his way inside and salvaged some very special items in my absence, he found my grandmother’s pearls! Some photos! Some clippings and tax documents, waterlogged. Each ink-smeared leaflet is drying out on towels in their garage right now. I’ll be able to go inside there soon, and the outpouring of support has been overwhelming.
I feel SO lucky to have been out of town, if only to not have to witness the chaos and the ensuing spectacle. Last night as I drove toward Bartlett Avenue, I felt sick to my stomach—there was a PARADE of passersby. In 5 years living there, I’ve never seen so much traffic. And, because I had with me a bag of colorful summer shoes and a small suitcase of clothing…FOR THE BEACH! A sign, perhaps?
