Cramming them in like sardines

The calls to our synagogue started coming in within days of the fire (see "and back to chaos" here).

There's now a displaced English as a Second Language class meeting in one of the shul's basement rooms.

A free-standing, wheeled cabinet, formerly used in the shul kitchen, has now been furnished with a padlock, and is being used for files by a displaced lawyer, who's renting space in our lobby . . .

. . . along with a displaced pharmacist, who's dispensing prescriptions that he's storing under lock and key in our basement.

And I think there's a good chance that another one or two renters who've been displaced will end up in our shul building temporarily, especially given its proximity to their burned-out former home.  As the old saying about the real-estate business goes, "The three most important things are location, location, and location."

It's a good thing we haven't sold our shul building yet.