SOUR GRAPES: Storm report, Week 2

Cleaning up

By Jim Magdefrau

It’s been another week of putting the worries of day-to-day things aside and focusing on bigger things. Helping neighbors. Cleaning parks. Beginning the process that will take months to bounce back from the strong winds that hit the area on Aug. 10.

I’ve been learning a lot about trees. They are heavy. They can protect houses, and they can fall on houses.

Chain saws come with various types and sizes of chains. Starting one usually involves a few cuss words. Having a chain saw, some said, is a form of manhood. Well, if I owned a chain saw, I’m pretty sure I’d lose my manhood.

There are a lot people with huge appliances that will move large things. It’s good to know people who have those. Some offered the use of their generators. I thanked them. It was time to push reset button on my refrigerator. I tossed a lot of sauces, butter, cheeses and other things I thought I needed. The same thing for the freezer. I usually had the space to store things from past family events. Those things are gone.

I did have a round tube of what I assume was Italian bread. I forgot to toss that, and after several hours, it had grown and seemed to grow arms and legs as it busted out of its container. It was a new life form. I think it could have pushed the freezer door open itself.

It was a trick to get something warm to drink in the morning and cold in the evening. I had enough connections to make that happen a few days. There was reassurance when the big trucks moved into town, manned by the workers with helmets and bright jackets.

One of them visited with me while we looked over the neighboring park. He asked about the underground wiring at the park. I admitted I didn’t know how the playground worked, but I gave him a few names, and reminder that we had food uptown.

I sensed an accent, and he said he’s from Eastern Kentucky. He’d been on the go 15 days straight. Out east, on Long Island, everyone wanted to cuss at them. Here, everyone wanted to feed them.

Sometimes it takes an unprecedented event and an outsider’s point of view to remind us of what we have.

“This is a nice place. These are nice people,” he said as he went back to his truck. “Heck! I’m moving here,” he grinned.

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