I was born and raised in Kenosha, Wisconsin, and my mother still lives there. My travels brought me back on November 3, for the first time since the protests after Jacob Blake was shot. It was a warm day that was perfect for a socially distant lunch on my mom's deck—and a few hours of not thinking about the election. 

As I was leaving, I drove the roads I used to drive in high school—down Sheridan Road, where I used to go most days for tae kwon do practice, even during soccer season. (I guess I really liked to kick things.) This time I passed the Car Source lot, which had been set aflame the August night Jacob Blake was shot. Daniel has worked there for two years as a mechanic, and he said that night a friend called and said, "I think the lot you work at is on fire." He went the next day—and all the other days since—continuing to clean up the destruction. 

The aftermath has been chaotic. The city ordered the owner to clean up the lot, but the insurance company said they needed the destruction to stay until they could send out an adjuster. Also, all the VIN numbers were gone. I checked in with Daniel recently, and he said the burned cars are gone now, and he still has a job. He hopes more cars arrive soon.