But for my spouse and I, another September 11 - September 11, 2011 - was significant. On September 10, 2011 we returned from a vacation in Maine, over seven hours away from home. Earlier in the week, our neighborhood, along with many parts of our state, had flooded due to record rains from a tropical storm. On September 10 we drove back, with bottled water and cleaning supplies.only to be turned away by police.
We drove to a mall on a hill, overlooking our neighborhood, not knowing what would happen next. So close to home, but homeless for that night. We didn't know where to go. I finally called a work friend, knowing she wouldn't be able to put us up, but we didn't know what areas had flooded, and where to look for a place for the night. She gave us some information. We looked and looked locally, stopping at many overwhelmed motels flooded (no pun intended) with people. It was not a pretty sight.
Finally, thanks to a wonderful desk clerk at a Comfort Inn, we found a place to sleep, but first, had to drive another 35 miles after having driven so many miles from the state of Maine that day.
Just a little taste of what so many people go through for days, months, or years.
Here are the first of two posts from September 11, 2011. The second one will be tomorrow.
September 11, 2011 - Almost in the Flood Zone
According to 511NY, I-88 was open all the way. It wasn't. The detour cost us time. We got to our neighborhood at 7:40 pm, Main Street was closed and blocked, the emergency worker told us they had closed at 7:30. He would have "turned his back" if we parked in a certain place and walked in "just to take a look" but it was dark and it would have been too dangerous.
We quickly found all the area motels were full. We ended up in Cortland, NY, about 35 miles from where we live, totally exhausted. We will be leaving later this morning to go back to the Triple Cities.
I am watching the 9/11 ceremonies live as I blog this. I just finished chatting with the one neighbor who didn't evacuate and he advised there is traffic in the neighborhood once again. What a juxposition. 9/11 ceremonies and wondering what we will find in our devastated neighborhood. I saw a picture on the TV as I ate breakfast.
I want to note there are a lot of people in our area worse off than we are. Please do not feel sorry for us. Our house is still there.
During our brief visit to near our neighbhorhood there was an indescribable haze, a haze of dust being raised by people plowing the road (yes, they were plowing Main Street) The flood smell I can't even describe was there.
Remember the Michael Jackson song describing the "funk of 40 thousand years"?
It would not have been a pleasant night.
My heart goes out to all the emergency workers and rescuers on this special 9/11. You are at work once again. You are keeping my home and neighborhood safe. And my son's. I haven't even talked about my son's situation yet. Stay tuned.
Wish us luck as we try to go back today.