During Hurricane Sandy my son did all he could to take care of his family and his neighbors.
He hooked up 4 other homes and created a schedule where everyone could have enough power to cook and warm the house or charge their electronics.
The kitchen was power central.
Cords then went down to the basement for the sump pump and out the basement window for a neighbor behind us. More cords went out the kitchen window and across the street or over the fence to the house next door.
The guy across the street created a secondary hub and taped it to the trash can so that it wouldn't get pulled into the street and run over.
We also told people to far to reach by cords to come by to charge stuff or use our stove to cook something.
The generator itself is missing from the photos because twice a day Jeffrey would take it over to his friend's house in a nearby town so they too could do what we were doing. It was easier to take these photos when the generator was gone since the noise and smell are horrid.
A week after power came back my son said he thought he still smelled like gasoline.
Speaking of gasoline. During one of the long waits on a gasoline line my son and Hope (who loves going anywhere with Daddy) witnessed the start of a fight between two men over position in line. Just as it looked as though it was going to get ugly my son started to pull away so that Hope didn't have to see this side of folks. As he began to back up Hope shouted out of the window "That is just not nice. It is not nice at all. Do you know how to share?"
People in other cars started laughing at the two men and with Hope. They tooted their horns and gave her thumbs up while she smiled from ear to ear and waved.
Two guys walked away with heads down.
I'm proud of my boy and his girl.