After murky water from the Mamaroneck River gutted the sanctuary, the rotting pews in First Baptist Church sat empty for months.
When the faithful returned, they wore whatever remained of their Sunday best. A blush pink blazer. A dress shirt buttoned tight around an Adam’s apple. Ladies white gloves.
Some parishioners were still displaced from their apartments and houses, lives scattered across hotel rooms, shelters, friends’ couches.
