From October 30, 2019

Yesterday, when I heard the horn from the little, green Honda at 8:00am, I knew two things: Billy made it to work and the streets were clear. I was half right. Billy said he left his home in the pre-dawn darkness in hopes that would improve his chances of making it to Santa Chiara. He said the streets were littered with rocks and garbage. “It looked like a war zone.”

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