First Day of Work
So here we are at the UNO library, trying to take every free moment we can to check up on blitz. about 75 new messages and counting since I left Hanover. Three of us are doing the data entry for the Virgil Park neighborhood we visited this morning on our first day of work. Me, being a good trip leader, sent 8 members of the team to go fend for themselves and map another neighborhood this afternoon.
We ate a picnic lunch of peanut butter and jelly and it seemed like every group had met someone cool, friendly, or at the very least, interesting. Blondie and her bed and breakfast, Charlie the fisherman, Mr. Willard the retired teacher and de facto neighborhood governor, and Chuck, 50 year veteran of the area who stayed 9 days into the hurricane, before he had to be rescued, and mentioned "I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Now THAT was amazing."
Sheli and I talked to Charlie, who is 86 with white wispy hair and a beard. He's rebuilding his entire first floor by himself, and except for the gaping hole in his living room, conveniently covered by a stiff plank of wood.
"I love life. Love it. Heck, I couldn't live without it."
-Chuck
We ate a picnic lunch of peanut butter and jelly and it seemed like every group had met someone cool, friendly, or at the very least, interesting. Blondie and her bed and breakfast, Charlie the fisherman, Mr. Willard the retired teacher and de facto neighborhood governor, and Chuck, 50 year veteran of the area who stayed 9 days into the hurricane, before he had to be rescued, and mentioned "I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Now THAT was amazing."
Sheli and I talked to Charlie, who is 86 with white wispy hair and a beard. He's rebuilding his entire first floor by himself, and except for the gaping hole in his living room, conveniently covered by a stiff plank of wood.
"I love life. Love it. Heck, I couldn't live without it."
-Chuck
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