Street Minister plays mean bass guitar
First half of the night was very boring.
Weblog of Seattle minister to the homeless Rick Reynolds, Operation Nightwatch
Caring for human beings seems like the best use of my time, homeless or not.
Today we were cleaning out files. From 1991 logs. I finally realize the awful truth.
I am a geezer.
Here was the best entry we found so far, thanks to Steve T. (You know who you are) from May, 1991:
"Armchair philosophers abounded, discussing life on Mars, law, education, communism -- and the perils of maintaining a pet rat while homeless. You know, the usual stuff. Blessings to all, Steve" (with Sonja)
Just another night helping homeless people from 16 years ago. Rick
The routine isn't very exciting blog material: "Six blankets to Tent City, consoling a bartender on the loss of her brother, pleasantries with da boys, blessing the woman on the corner at midnight."
The bar tender at the last place gave us a teasing bad time: "Hey, you, show me your ID." So I gave it right back.
Took out the Jetta key. "Watch it buddy, I'm armed." Flip goes the button like some big bad blade, out pops the key.
"Whoa, watchit with that." Word.