I was out and about on Monday and Thursday, interviewing the down and out at the state’s busiest welfare office, when taking a break between disasters told to me I wandered down a couple of streets where I came across a long line of locavores.
It was an outpost of the Salvation Army and the line, which stretched down the block, was made up of people of every shade, age, and gender. Normally, when I see folks like this in the welfare office they look plenty glum, but here people were smiling.
Because: Food was on the way! The glass doors opened at the outpost and folks entered dutifully, emerging with bags of all sorts of things that were good to eat.
I don’t know if what was being distributed was sustainably raised, humanely slaughtered, or organic.