When the temperature inside our 100-year-old home dropped to 44 degrees last week, we could see our breath. Our 1-year-old was violently shivering while eating his room-temperature yogurt, despite his wearing three layers of clothes.
We decided it was time for the kids and me to bug out.
We’d been able to keep our phones charged by plugging them into our car, but with Wi-Fi networks down the internet was slow and spotty.
If Fort Worth had opened warming stations at this point, we didn’t know. If downtown hotels had rooms available, we hadn’t been able to check.
We also didn’t need to because we had a bounty of offers from friends all over the city — who were by some miracle not at the mercy of ERCOT and Oncor — to shelter us that night.
There’s been a lot of that going around.
Generosity, charity and hospitality — the kind that a contentious political season and a contagious viral outbreak have made difficult to impart this past year — have made a comeback.