“Are any of the folks u know in the neighborhood in need of
food?”
Halfway
through breakfast for me and my fur buddies, I conjured up an image from the
day before of my friend Barbara on Miles Street doing yardwork. She’s a
bartender at the Congress Hotel who was suddenly out of work. Then Ed came to
mind.
When
I created the idea of One Can A Week back in late 2008, he’s the first guy I
asked about starting a food drive. Many of you may remember the
story. He was a city housing inspector and he told me all about those empty
food cabinets he encountered daily. That was all I needed to hear.
Ed
is a father-figure for many single working-mothers and their kids in Miles. He
helps Barbara and so many more families. He said he needed help from “the
village” when he was a kid and now he’s just passing it on.
Ed Altamirano and Kahlua – 2011 |
I answered Lee’s question in an email. “Yes, her name is Barbara and she is a bartender who lost her job. She lives on Miles. My friend Ed on Miles would know more about her situation. Also he may know more folks in the neighborhood. Tell me what you are thinking and I'll call Ed.”
Lee
replied, “well just come get cash from me and get
it to her.”
After
my call with Ed, I picked up and delivered Lee’s envelope with a number of $20
bills inside. On the face were the words, “Ed’s Stash.” That made us laugh.
Ed
then showed me his project idea book with 8 family names listed on the back
page. He had already stated planning on how to manage the money for those folks
under his wing.
There must be a following act
Right
then I realized Ed will need more money so another idea showed up. When I get the two
checks from the government in May (see, some optimism here) I will give half to
Ed. And maybe more neighbors will help Ed out, too, or come up with their own
list of families they know who will need help.
This
problem won’t go away even when Barbara and others go back to work. It will
take years to recover from this virus, mentally, physically and financially. I
plan on sticking it out with my neighbors for the long haul. If you’d like to
help Ed with cash donations, just give me a call or send an email.
And
if you are going to do your own thing, I’d like to hear those stories, too.
PACC in Lockdown
The
food delivery was make outside the locked gate Monday.
(See red arrow.) I was
allowed in to donate the check but
dealt with a staffer outside on the
sidewalk. A receipt will be
mailed to me.
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The
seriousness of our situation really hit home today. For me, it feels as
perilous as the time I was in the Army at Ft. Sill in Oklahoma during Viet Nam
and assigned to be a medic. Normally medics were trained in Texas for 12 weeks
and then stationed in a hospital for 12 weeks. I was stationed in a hospital in
an accelerated program.
The
stories in the Army Times newspaper covered platoons or companies in battle
which included the number of injured or killed. The stats were noteworthy. But
always the last paragraph in the article would state the number of medics
killed who were in another platoon or company not related to the focus of the
story. For instance the number would be 44 or more.
I
had to find another job. The only free time was Saturday afternoons so I put on
my dress uniform and walked around the headquarters building. I discovered the
Public Information Office and also discovered they had an opening for a
reporter. The medical company released me because I told them I was a writer
and wanted to be an officer. Fortunately, the Army was desperate for officers
and I was just as desperate to save my life, so I lied my face off.
This
week’s donation was 314.6 lbs. of pet food (see red arrow in PACC gate photo
above) and $50.00 in one check. In addition, there was 1 small pet bowl, 1 dog
harness and 1 pill bottle.
Be
Safe and See you Sunday,