Monday afternoon, I walked through the house of a man who, by any right, should have been devastated. It turned out to be the most uplifting part of my day.
When I arrived at work that morning, I received the startling news that the Woman's Club of Huntington Beach, a city landmark for more than 100 years, had burned nearly to the ground Saturday morning. I called the Fire Department and several club members, then drove to 420 10th St. to see the damage firsthand.
When I stopped in front of the charred structure, with its roof nearly gone and heaps of ash where the front door once stood, I remembered the description that Vice President Elaine Craft had given me minutes earlier. She talked about the antique piano, the antique plates, the decades of paper records all presumed gone in the blaze.