We met JD in his driveway, washing his parents’ car — he pointed toward his own car on the street, which was caked in mud. “Yeah, a lot of the cars are getting washed today,” he said.
His home is still without power, almost three weeks after the storm. There was a “restricted use” sign on their door, but his family is living there: he and his siblings and his parents and his grandparents all sleeping in one room upstairs. I asked him if this didn’t feel incredibly crowded and claustrophobic. “It’s okay,” he said, “because it gets cold. We all snuggle up.”
JD’s story: here.