From A Volunteer Downtown
"Last night I did the only thing I could think of to help. I made sandwiches. From where I was, there wasn't much to be seen, dirt, rubble and a lot of second hand news. Rescue workers weren't very forthcoming about what they were or were not finding. But having worked since early the day before, they had to eat to keep up their strength. More mobile volunteers broke into local stores taking bread, meat, cheese, flashlights and batteries to keep the coffers stocked. They brought them up to where about ten of us were told to stay with large folding tables and cases of bottled water, Gatorade, juice, coffee, and whatever else anyone dropped off to provide food and drink for the police, firefighters, and other rescue personnel."
—Hoopla. Leslie Harpold lives and works in New York City. "Margaret lied to get herself a slot at the volunteer table. Somehow, she thought she'd be closer to the action. Her husband Ray works at Morgan Stanley and Morgan Stanley is gone now. She wanted to do something proactive until 5am when she could report to the Farkas conference room at NYU hospital and begin waiting to hear concrete news. Every time someone would try to say something comforting to her she would brandish her mustard spreading knife and say 'Shut the fuck up and make your sandwiches.'"'
