From Evacuation to Hibernation: How New Yorkers Rode Out the Storm

 From Evacuation to Hibernation: How New Yorkers Rode Out the Storm

Darin Strauss. (Robert Birnbaum)

Darin Strauss, author: I tried to clean the tub so I could fill it with water, but I didn’t do a good enough job, so my wife had to. Stocked up on basics but went to health food store to get probiotics for my twin sons, which sounds crunchy. I got the wrong kind, though, and had to go back out in the storm.

Aviva Drescher, TV personality: We cooked beef stew and chicken soup, stocked up on batteries, fruit, peanut butter and jelly. We played board games, read a lot of books and watched family movies. Our family grew and grew, not because my husband and I were in bed a lot [wink], but because we took in stranded friends without power. We also donated to the American Red Cross. One of our employees had an apartment on the water in Coney Island. On the first floor. Everything was ruined and floating. We are helping her replace what she lost.

Robin Cofer, philanthropist and social fixture: We’re up on the 90th floor, and the wind was really fierce. The chandeliers were pretty wild. We had to steady them with some kind of rod. The building is designed to move, and we’re on the 90th floor, it felt like a boat.

Kelly Cutrone, publicist: I’m in Cold Spring. I bought sandbags and my friend the jewelry designer Gillian Chvat and I loaded them—two women out loading 60-pound sandbags. You can only fit three in a wheelbarrow. It really made me appreciate men. I’m reconsidering my commitment to feminism and thinking about marrying Jase Robertson, the pioneer redneck from Duck Dynasty. All of a sudden, I know more about core exercise than most people even dream of. I bought a pair of bitching boots at Home Depot. $7—a really good bargain. They’re like a Frankenstein version of a Hunter boot. And I got a Columbia black poncho with a hood, three Coleman furnaces, bunch of water coolers and 20 cases of water. I let my daughter Eva have commercial Pop-Tarts—but only if she would agree to a taste test of the organic kind. I also saged my whole property and prayed to The Mother.

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