Wednesday evening and into the night, the people from downtown emerged from the cold, enveloping darkness by the hundreds, some with flashlights, some with towels just in case they found a place to shower, some with gallon containers to fill with water to flush the toilet. They stepped into the bright Midtown at East 39th Street at the place where the blackout ends.
—Sadly this was my experience on Tuesday. And it also makes me appreciate the wisdom of Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy. I for one should have taken my pink towel from Chinatown with me to Greenpoint.