With the F Train running out as far as Avenue X, this weekend the Countess and I were able to make it out to Coney Island to bring a shopping cart full of donations to an impromptu relief center in a storefront church on Stillwill Ave. Coney was one of the hardest hit areas. We steered clear of Seagate, which is reportedly devastated, but we did make a beeline for our usual beat, the amusement district.
Within a couple of blocks, we knew the water had come at least this far (around Avenue Z, well on the other side of Coney Island creek). because everything was covered with a thin layer of brown silt, and smelled of salt water. Then we began to see matresses and furniture piled up outside people’s houses. I photographed some of this on the way back, it’s at the bottom of this essay. For now we’ll cut to the chase: