Day 2 in Houston took us to a fairly different neighborhood, and gave us a reminder that natural disasters don't discriminate by class, race, social status, or anything else - it hits wherever it chooses. The home we were working on today belonged to a Vietnam vet that was currently in the hospital having surgery. You could tell the neighborhood was a nice one before Harvey struck, but there was more damage here then we saw the previous day.
Our job was the same - tear out everything that had been flooded. In this house, we had to tear out everything under 8ft. That meant drywall, insulation, cabinets, framing, appliances, kitchen and bathroom fixtures - it all had to go. Even worse, the storm had torn a hole in the roof, so a significant part of the ceiling had to be torn out as well. In some places, the mold had started climbing higher, so we had to tear it out to the ceiling.