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| Photo: Sarah Glidden, minicloud on flickr.com |
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| Photo: Sarah Glidden, minicloud on flickr.com |
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| Photo: Sarah Glidden, minicloud on flickr.com |
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| Photo: Sarah Glidden, minicloud on flickr.com |
I was working at an ad agency in Tribeca, the power went out and everyone was feeling a little nervous / giddy when the computers went down and the lights went off. We walked down the (I forget how many, not too many) flights of stairs down to the street level and more and more people started to exit their buildings.
Once we realized it was not another attack on the city, we all left and headed home. I walked across the Williamsburg bridge. The Hassidic Jews on the Brooklyn side were handing water out to everyone (forgot about this until I saw the photos!).
I checked in with my friend Joey who invited me over to eat steaks she had in the freezer and we fired up the grill. I think we found a bar afterward that was unloading their beers for free while the kegs were still cold -- not hard to find. We passed people shopping in bodegas by flashlight, regular people controlling traffic in major intersections. Everyone was acting how I wish they would more often, we were all in this together.
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