I hope this finds you all safe and in good health. I invite all faculty and students to share your storm stories and photos with our college community. Everyone is welcome –
Here is my own –
I was upstate when the storm hit with my wife and 2 1/2 year old daughter. We did not experience much rain and we did not experience the storm surge. We were without power by 2 pm on Monday and will likely be without power for up to two weeks. Without power we were cutoff from what was happening back home in the city. We lost about 5 trees – fortunately none of them fell on the main house – only my wood-shop.
I went out for provisions earlier in the day as we prepared for the storm – an made one more attempt about noon on Monday – but was quickly turned around and blocked in by down trees and power lines. The day after the storm we surveyed for fallen trees and were able to make it to the closest town – taking a round about route around blocked roads, debris & fallen trees. We noted where the power-lines were down and planned out our trip home while there was still light.
We spent two days in the dark without lights or heat. My daughter continued to try to turn on the light switches whenever we told her there was no power. We read stories using our flashlights and went to sleep by 8 – cuddled up to stay warm. For her it was just another adventure.
We left for Brooklyn on Tuesday evening as the sun set.
We headed straight to Coney Island – Zone A where my mom had waited out the storm. As we headed out along the belt parkway in the dark the familiar profile of Coney Island against the night sky was absent – as everything was blacked out. The streets were deserted – sand was everywhere and there were no street lights or traffic lights. When we came along Surf avenue we could see the high water mark on the buildings was about 5 feet. Cars had clearly been tossed around like toys – the car windows moist with evidence of the storm surge.
I made it up 20 flights in the dark- to knock on the door to my mothers surprise. We had no way to communicate and tell her we were coming. We gave her a charged cell phone and took her own so we could charge and return it the next day. This did little to help as service was completely out. We made several trips back over the week to bring food, ice and perishables.
Monday a week after the storm we evacuated my 83 year old mother.
My brother drove up from Virginia to take her to his home where she would be more comfortable. After a week she was still without heat. It appears that the electrical service to the main heating plant is still out – even though reports on the TV say that power is back on – the critical power is not. To make repairs ConEd will need to survey the manholes in the neighborhood – all of which are filled with sand. It will be a time consuming tasks and as of today I did not see any sign that this work had even begun. – so we chose to evacuate.
The rest of Coney looks like a war zone. Piles of sand as high as 30 feet in some places – people on the street being fed by the National Guard, others rummaging through bags of donated clothes. Much of the housing built since the end of the high-rise boom of the 70’s includes 3 story private row houses – all of which were inundated by the storm surge. Peoples belongings litter the streets, couches in front yards, ruined cars in the streets.
It is eerily quiet at night as the subways still do no reach the Stillwell Avenue train station. Without their cars and limited bus service it is a community cut off from the rest of the city. Brighton Beach, Manhattan Beach and Sea Gate fare no better –
Stores are mostly shuttered and if they are open shelves are empty – some from looting, banks have not opened and many pharmacies are unavailable to an aging population. Starting the day after election day – children will be bused to other neighborhoods to attend school.
As a winter storm approaches I pray for the residents – many will need to be evacuated – and when more aid arrives the residents will be scattered with no means of communication to each other.
– can a community stay united under such stress? I wonder….