The waters had receded by the time we got downtown yesterday, but the damage caused by the storm was evident nevertheless. Driving down a crowded Second Avenue, it was eerie to cross into the "powerless zone" just south of 39th street where the buildings were dark and the traffic lights were out. Streams of people walked uptown with suitcases and bags, and NYPD officers tried to regulate irregular traffic and pedestrian flows. In the financial district, sandbags were scattered across sidewalks, and workers with water pumps began the long and arduous task of emptying basements and ground-floor storefronts. Further east in Alphabet City, groups of people huddled on corners discussing what to do next with no power, no water, and no food. Others attempted to start their cars which had been submerged in over four feet of water just hours before. As we were leaving Alphabet City, we stopped on a corner and listened to this man play the trumpet. In the distance, another man began singing an operatic ballad. Play on, New York. When you're down, play on.
Some hurricane-related articles you might be interested in:
NYTimes: A Big Storm Requires Big Government
Reason: A Big Storm Does Not Require Big Government
Gothamist: Outrage in the Powerless Zone
The American Interest: Nature and Nature's God
Gothamist: Devastation in Breezy Point