On the court, on the mat, on Staten Island after the hurricane
Four days after the hurricane the ferry was running again and we rode it to charge our cell phones. This was Friday. First week of November. Didn't matter who you were or where you were from, the ones from Lower Manhattan looked for outlets with the ones from Staten Island, the ones from Clifton and New Brighton and Midland Beach. Plug in. Sit down. Nobody said much. Even then everyone wore the same look of exhaustion.
On the Upper Bay everything looked as it had, the sky ...
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