It’s 9:15 a.m. and I am hunched under a half-open canopy tent with my brother. The rain falls hard overhead—so hard that even if we had time to open the tent entirely before the gargantuan drops starting descending from the sky, it might not have withstood the force.
Around us, other vendors fasten the corners of their canvas tops, unplug extension chords and also duck for cover. Trucks and U-Hauls still pull into the lot on Williamsburg’s Kent Avenue, but windows remain up and doors remain closed.
Welcome to Smorgasburg—rain or shine…