I was slated to run my first marathon yesterday. Instead, I ran to Coney Island and spent the day volunteering at various spots: a United Way distribution point, a FEMA operation, the pitch-black hallways of Carey Gardens 3 while carrying supplies.
There were many, many volunteers willing to help out, which was great to see. At one point I thought we were going to get to help inside Sea Gate, but we were turned back. I still need to figure out how I’m going to get in there.
For whatever reason I had my bag of tricks with me – unintentionally, I assure you – and so on the ride home I asked two of my new running/volunteer friends, Erin and Mike, to pick my next target.
Vinegar Hill is one of the oldest names in Brooklyn, dating from the early 19th century. This is one of those rare neighborhoods I think I can tackle in its entirety.