20 West off ramp and Lee street, May 2
On the way to church we pulled up to this intersection where there are often panhandlers (I'm starting to think that is probably not the politically correct term, but I can't think of another that is descriptive). I used to try to stay in the outside lane so as to avoid them. It was a beatiful spring morning and there was an elderly black man at the corner who was very happy to receive lunch #5.
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A city-dwelling family takes on homelessness in a small way.
We will chronicle when, where and to whom we give twelve bagged lunches.
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