ABSTRACT
It was Election Day morning, a week and a day after Hurricane Sandy had wreaked havoc on the tri-state area—seventy-two hours since my home’s electrical power had been restored—and there was what the local television forecasters called an “unseasonable” chill in the Canarsie, Brooklyn air. November nippiness or not, there was work to be done. Important work. After all, there was a presidential election today.
