 There's a lot of people that need help right now, and it's very sad to see. I was up north in a flooded area, and clearly you could smell the mold already. Several days after the flood, pieces of wet carpet and waterlogged sandbags lie on sidewalks, and dumpsters full of damaged belongings sit in the streets. Lawns squish underfoot, and occasional whiffs of stale sewage hang in the air. Donations of cleaning supplies, fans, and dehumidifiers line the Cook Firehouse. At the trip's home, a box fan draws moisture out.