Crawling Through the Wreckage of Ida
I lost track at 40. When I ran out of recycling bags to fill, I trudged to the drugstore and bought two more containers.
Hurricane Ida swept through my garage, which is on a downward slope from the street. The ferocity of the storm knocked a ladder off wall hooks, swirled plastic tubs of clothing and DVDs around my car, and eviscerated dozens of cardboard storage boxes.