If you were on East 7th Street Monday as the East River flexed her biceps, you heard the water pouring into each basement. It sounded more like an afternoon hike along a Catskill brook than a natural disaster occurrence in the country’s most populous city.
This is what it looked like this morning. Banks of garbage bags filled with waterlogged memories, drywall and a free door. Residents of this storied block will renovate and repair, but the contents of these bags will never be replaced.