Where Did All the Adults Go?


When I was a kid, any time something went awry, an adult stepped in to set things right.


If a tornado came through, city workers cleaned up the debris and electrical workers restored the power lines.


If there was a car accident, medical personnel would arrive to treat the wounded.


If kids were fighting at school, a teacher stepped in.


If the grass got long in the front yard, a parent cut it.


When I was growing up, there seemed to be adults everywhere. They were reliable. Plenty to go around.


Here I am, forty years later, and there seem to be less adults to fix what’s broken around me.

Remnants of Hurricane Ida recently showered New York with a barrage of rain, flooding our basement.

Thankfully, and unfortunately, there is a drain in the basement floor. “Thankfully” because by the time I realized it was even possible the basement could flood, most of the water had already retreated. “Unfortunately” because much of the water that flooded the basement likely entered through the same drain. Sewer water.


In the wake of the storm and subsequent wetness, I find myself wondering, “Where are all the adults? Aren’t there supposed to be adults who clean things up and make things ‘right’ after hurricanes?”


I’ve looked and looked, but so far, I haven’t found any.


Looks like I’ll have to take care of it.

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