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Each generation shares some moments in history that leave an indelible mark, and everyone alive at the time can recount where they were and what they were doing.Where were you when John F. Kennedy was shot? When the space shuttle Challenger blew up? During 9/11?For me, one of those moments was: Where were you when the lights went out?I am not talking about the blackout of 1965, or the one in August 2003, in which some 50 million people in Southeast Canada and eight Northeastern states were without power for as much as two days in what turned out to be the biggest blackout in North American history.While that was terrible &#8212; 11 people died and there was a reported $6 billion in damages &#8212; the blackout that stayed with me the most happened 40 years ago next week.It was the evening of July 13, 1977, and New York City was enveloped in oppressive heat and humidity.Our third-floor apartment was like the inside of a brick oven.We had no air-conditioning. The fans did little more than loudly move the hot air around.I was getting out of the shower when the lights went out. I thought we had blown a fuse.It turned out the entire city blew a fuse &#8212; a really, really big one.It was bad enough that there was no power to keep the fans &#8212; as ineffective as they were &#8212; blowing, but we soon discovered we were out of water too.Our building in the Bronx had a tower at the top. Water would be pumped to the tower and gravity-fed to the apartments.No power, no pump.No pump, no water.People lined up at open hydrants and formed bucket brigades, filling pails and carrying them back home to &#8220;flush&#8221; toilets.I checked on my older customers on my newspaper route to make sure they were OK.That meant in some cases walking up 10 or more flights of stairs with buckets of water. (I was a lot younger then.)Hallways and stairwells were as dark as midnight in a coal mine.They lacked windows so no natural light got in. On some stairwells, small candles were lit like votives in a church.I recall listening to WINS news radio with its signature theme music.(&#8220;You give us 22 minutes, we&#8217;ll give you the world,&#8221; the announcer would say as the rapid fire teletype music would play, conveying a sense of urgency.)We gathered around my sister&#8217;s Toot-A-Loop, a Panasonic doughnut-shaped radio, and heard the updates about the violence, looting and arson racking the city.Fires consumed city blocks. In the end, more than 1,600 stores were damaged and more than 3,700 people were locked up.The city was at a nadir, having gone through a fiscal crisis that saw its public services slashed and quality of life eroded.For a city that was already down on the canvas, the blackout was a kick in the mouth.But you know what? As bad as it was &#8212; and don&#8217;t get me wrong, it was bad &#8212; there was also an esprit de corps that emerged among New Yorkers.They rallied in a time of crisis.Strangers helped strangers as they had during blizzards and the way they would 24 years later during the Sept. 11 attacks.Civilians took to intersections to direct traffic where signal lights were out, freeing up cops to do more important duties.Mr. Diamond, the owner of the Carvel ice cream store across the street, gave away ice cream.Neighbors checked on each other and offered flashlights and batteries.The blackout brought out the worst &#8212; and some of the best &#8212; in people.In the heat of the summer of 1977, the mettle of New Yorkers was tested and it was strong.<style>
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<div class="neCaption">Christopher Mele Mele&#8217;s Musings </div></div><div class="metaInfo"><photo0>https://www.timesleader.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/web1_mele-1.jpg</photo0><caption0>Christopher Mele Mele&#8217;s Musings </caption0><photoCredit0></photoCredit0></div></div>
<div class="metaInfo"><bylineMeta>By Christopher MeleMele&#8217;s Musings</bylineMeta></div><div class="metaInfo"><shirttailMeta>Christopher Mele is married and dad of two sons and two stepchildren. His childhood in the Bronx defined his friendships, which endure today. A career newsman, writer and editor, the Lords Valley resident is glad to share stories and insights about the challenges that the modern-day middle-aged guy faces. Reach Chris at seaosprey22@gmail.com.</shirttailMeta></div>

Mele’s Musings: Blackout brought out worst and best in New Yorkers in 1977