At one point he stole half a sandwich and escaped three children attempting to retrieve it which even made Jace laugh.
The atmosphere throughout the day felt less like repair work and more like a community celebration.
People shared stories. They exchanged jokes and they worked together.
And somehow the damage caused by the fire became less important than the support surrounding it.
Around lunchtime, I made a decision. I climbed onto a workbench and raised my voice.
"Everybody stop for a minute." I called out and the crowd looked toward me.
"You are all getting fed." I said as several people cheered and George raised a hand.
"Finally." George said and I pointed at him.
"You especially." I said and Jace laughed beside me.
I spent the next hour organizing food deliveries. Pizza, san
