They Kicked Our Survival Box, So We Built a Wall They Couldn’t Tear Down

The Flood

By 4:00 AM, a car pulled up. Not a cop. Not an owner. A beat-up Honda Civic. A woman jumped out. She was wearing pajama pants and a coat. She walked up to us, carrying a thermos. “I saw the video,” she said. “I brought coffee.”

Ten minutes later, a truck arrived. A guy from the bakery down the street. “We throw out the bagels at the end of continue reading …