On a rainy Saturday morning in Queens, New York, Nina Roedeler, 39, walks to Astoria Park, carrying only a cell phone and a water bottle. It’s a drizzly, overcast day, and not many people are out. She savors the quiet. It won’t stay that way for long. A little before 10 a.m., she approaches a folding table set up on a small patch of grass.
“Morning, Jen!” Nina greets the volunteer who will handle signing people in and out. They chat for a few moments until a plain white van pulls up.
“Here we go,” Nina says, walking over to the van. “Good to see you, Doug. How was the drive?”
“Not too bad,” Doug says. “None of these guys are yappers, so it was actually an easy trip.”
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