grilling ourselves full

April 24, 2009

Yesterday I felt trapped in a frigidly endless cold winter.

Today it’s hot. I stepped into the middle of summer and I’m ready to jump in a pool.

And so we did the only thing you can at a job that’s responsible for feeding a group of homeless people lunch every day: we had a cook-out.

grilling ourselves full

Hamburger and hot dog-scented smoke filled East Liberty, and people appeared from every direction in search of the source. Our meager group sat at the corner picnic table, handing out our extra food to people visiting us with hungry eyes, and getting burned by unfamiliar sun.

Something about sun and outside makes life taste liberating.


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