*Also published in the Montclair Times
Outside, the smell of wood burning fireplaces, the hum of generators and a haunting sense of déjà vu filled the damp air. Trees stood shattered or lay uprooted across yards and roads, while phone and power lines hung dangerously low. Inside, eighty percent of Montclair homes were dark and cold, while the refrigerators, ironically, were warm.
In the aftermath of Frankenstorm, residents scrambled for blankets and batteries, while Montclair restaurateurs gathered staff, organized deliveries and opened their doors. In a food-town, like Montclair, it’s easy to take these open doors for granted.
