NYT | K Nano-Miranda
The southeastern end of Long Island has two populations: The residents, who are rarely in residence, and the workers, who are usually there but never feel at home. Both move through the same streets, the same houses, the same rooms — and yet they rarely encounter one another. The people paid to wash the large glass windows in the beachfront mansions are also paid to be gone before the arrival of the people who enjoy the clear views of the ocean. The people hired to clean the homes are the bookends to someone else’s summer weekends.
