Yesterday evening we were getting our car fixed in a yard in Crossroads. There were four beautiful little children playing in the dust and dirt. They were throwing ripening fruit at one another and laughing and giggling all the while. I don’t think there is a lovelier sound in the world than children’s laughter. They were called Ricardo, who is 10, and Jamie, who is 8. When I asked him how old he was, he looked down at his hands and counted out 8 fingers.