I love this time of year, it's really cold, people figure out homeless people must be cold too, and so we've been inundated with offers to help, most of which we can't do anything with; one guy said he has a group of 75 people coming this spring. . . what the heck can we do with that?
Sometimes with volunteers, it's about their experience of helping, not what the homeless people really need. We see it all the time -- really lousy sandwiches (you wouldn't eat them, I wouldn't eat them, yet we give them to homeless people because we can). The groups throw something together (they're HOMELESS for gosh sakes, why should they eat good stuff?). I'm talking stale bread, wafer thin meat, big glob of mayonnaise, big glob of mustard, and like maybe two pickles, and fake cheese.
We took socks and hats and Odwalla bars to Tent City 3 tonight. I'm consistently impressed with tent city folks, though there was a fracus while we there, nothing too awful. Someone was pretty juiced got loud. Handled well by those in charge.
White Center is still a lovely place to visit too, by the way. Why would the locals call it "Rat City?" I love the place.
OK, I've been backed up for awhile, look for bloggerhea here soon. R