So get this, the place OPENS but because of the power situation, it can’t PAY US on PAY DAY. Nice. Huh?

I’m at a neighbor’s house, sending a smoke signal that I’m alive, having moved with heroic help in that storm, in a Uhaul truck that the truck guys just basically gave to me (since there was no swiping credit cards) . . . Ok, I hate this about this city, the weather, but I love it too, because every time this massive bizarre you can’t believe it storm happens, people come out and just give you whatever they have. The last time, the big bad one that shut the city with 72” of snow, 20 guys, or so it seemed, picked up my little Saturn and moved it so I could get around a turned-over bus. In the Apocalypse it’s no wonder I’m going to come off alright. I have to admit I love the way some of us just throw down and do our best, strangers, with “God Bless!” calling out all over in bemused good humor at it all.

And then I hate the other people. The “I have to get to where I’m going so fuck you.” I wonder if hating people like that is the prerequisite for loving the other kind. (?)

"Stand by Me," Sam Cooke
"If You Want Me to Stay," Sly & the Family Stone

(thanks DmS for the tunes, I can hear them in my head)