2013-05-24 / Columnists

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Smoldering Soles
By Robert Sarnoff


“This painting of my family back in the day was being thrown away from the diligent ‘responders’. I saw it resting behind the tree, took a picture and rescued it. The painting was created by one of my students who is now quite accomplished/famous.” - Bob Sarnoff “This painting of my family back in the day was being thrown away from the diligent ‘responders’. I saw it resting behind the tree, took a picture and rescued it. The painting was created by one of my students who is now quite accomplished/famous.” - Bob Sarnoff It’s five months now; still spitting out stink, sand, grit and foam. The two beach houses collapsed, swimming onto my lawn. Bulldozed.

The dune is done. The sea wall crumbled like a biscuit. My kingdom for a jetty. A 32 foot wave crashed, becoming a 13 foot river, racing down the street at 30mph. So many tales. The basement flooded driving us out of the house for months. Big Apple Tour buses made their way through our ‘hood. Out-oftowners gaped at the burned-out houses, Leon The Shoemaker’s smoldering soles, the white porcelain dishes in the exposed kitchen of the halved home, the spiral staircase leading to nowhere, the precariously balanced sunroom. Click, click. The kids are back in their dried-out, de-molded school. Very complicated, convoluted community legal battles have ensued: flood zoning, rebuilding restrictions, raising houses, raising insurance rates, lowering house values....Kafkaesque.


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