2013-03-15 / Columnists


A Letter To Hope
By Eileen Hodges

Sometimes I am so sick of talking about that bitch Sandy I could spit. (Sorry if I offended anyone, and I know it wasn’t all her fault, but sometimes the word fits.)

I am not even back in my bungalow yet, hopefully by April, and I read, think, discuss, fret about and ponder the Rockaways every day, several times a day. We all do, I know. Will the boardwalk take two years or fifteenn to finish? How bad or good will those comfort stations really be? Will 116th Street fall to ruin or come back stronger? Is Hurricane Whozits going to totally wipe us out next year? Will Thai Rock have the same Key West vibe and lovely noodles?

It took me a month to be able to see a road sign pointing the way to the Rockaways without crying. I still miss my spices and cooking utensils that I have not replaced or retrieved from the bungalow. But lately, I am getting sick of myself being such a whiner.

And then I thought, what if Hope were a real person? How would I talk or write to someone that I wanted to come around and stay? I don’t know anyone named Hope, but I am very tired of Sad or Bewildered who hang around too often. So this is my letter to Hope.


Hey, how are you? It’s been way too long? Are you still the upbeat, cheery person I remember? I know, it’s my fault for not connecting more often, but hey, that’s the past…time to move on, right?

Anyway, things here aren’t great, as you have probably read, but I am starting to feel better. We aren’t sure how the rebuilding will play out, but businesses are starting to come back and more people have something other than that zombie look on their face as they walk around town.

My bungalow is finally on its way to being finished. I lost a lot but not as much as some, and for that I am thankful. I will miss the boardwalk terribly, as we all will. It was the artery, the path coursing through the edge of town that brought life to everyone who entered. Sometimes I am afraid our town and its people will be sick or disconnected with it gone, but then I remember you and can face whatever happens.

We will just have to find new pathways, I guess. It is something you would tell me to do.

See you soon, E.

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