Natalie and I arrived at New York’s Pod Hotel on Wednesday afternoon. We had two bags of dirty clothes to wash and lots of excitement about seeing the city. We found a Laundromat about ten blocks away and, with the subway not running, were walking with our clothes when we heard about the burst pipe through the screaming sirens, blocked traffic and concerned New Yorkers. Our New York perambulations had begun with dire warnings of disaster, chaos, clean clothes and pizza. It was just like home.
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