A Look at the “Everything Shortage”
Our street quickly filled with firetrucks and other emergency vehicles. Their flashing lights created odd reflections throughout our darkened house on that cloudy May night. Since we couldn’t see anything out our windows, my wife encouraged me to go check it out. So I threw on my flip-flops and went outside, walking toward the largest concentration of rescue apparatus. It turned out there wasn’t much to see by that point — just a ladder truck shooting water onto the smoking remains of a home about a block away. We later learned that everyone made it out safely, but the house would have to be rebuilt almost entirely. Work started in July… then mysteriously stopped a few weeks ago.