Friday, June 02, 2006
Friday, June 2, 2006
San Antonio, Texas
Moody Room 736 is dark again, 5 minutes before class. I see no one from our group. Can I have made a mistake about the time. After all, I panicked my daughter this morning when I told her it was an hour later than it really was. Somehow my bedside clock had gained an hour! I was carrying nothing in my pockets but my official Express-News reporter's notebook, a pen, and a borrowed digital camera, my husband Al's cell phone so I could call him to pick me up, plus an apron and gloves to use at the food bank. Now Al would be eating at Yolanda's, so how could I have him check our schedule?
Upon returning to our computer lab, I found two more students had arrived, so when Prof Karen arrived, we could enter and get down to work. Melissa will miss class today as she's taking her son to a karate tournament in El Paso.
Now I know where the college district's van pool is located on the east side of the SAC campus. Nine of us piled onto three seats while Denise drove and Karen navigated. Driving a familiar route north on I-35 opened new vistas from the higher van seating. Rows of shiny silver beetle backs atop the Southern Freight warehouse morphed into cars atop the roof. Mi Pueblo was not a restaurant. What kind of organization is it? We followed W. W. White Road west to turn right onto Director Drive. Big Lou's has the reputation of being THE place to eat around here.
Blake Bishop, coordinator of volunteers at the San Antonio Food Bank, a converted warehouse, ushered us into the boardroom. The son of a grocer, Blake was an elementary school and art teacher. A stint as a volunteer at a food bank in Nashville, Tennessee, heightened his awareness of the tragedy of hunger in America. This concern propelled him into service at this nonprofit organization. While the dedicated staff will never get rich from their salaries, Blake says, "we're rich in our hearts." A question of values.
San Antonio, Texas
Moody Room 736 is dark again, 5 minutes before class. I see no one from our group. Can I have made a mistake about the time. After all, I panicked my daughter this morning when I told her it was an hour later than it really was. Somehow my bedside clock had gained an hour! I was carrying nothing in my pockets but my official Express-News reporter's notebook, a pen, and a borrowed digital camera, my husband Al's cell phone so I could call him to pick me up, plus an apron and gloves to use at the food bank. Now Al would be eating at Yolanda's, so how could I have him check our schedule?
Upon returning to our computer lab, I found two more students had arrived, so when Prof Karen arrived, we could enter and get down to work. Melissa will miss class today as she's taking her son to a karate tournament in El Paso.
Now I know where the college district's van pool is located on the east side of the SAC campus. Nine of us piled onto three seats while Denise drove and Karen navigated. Driving a familiar route north on I-35 opened new vistas from the higher van seating. Rows of shiny silver beetle backs atop the Southern Freight warehouse morphed into cars atop the roof. Mi Pueblo was not a restaurant. What kind of organization is it? We followed W. W. White Road west to turn right onto Director Drive. Big Lou's has the reputation of being THE place to eat around here.
Blake Bishop, coordinator of volunteers at the San Antonio Food Bank, a converted warehouse, ushered us into the boardroom. The son of a grocer, Blake was an elementary school and art teacher. A stint as a volunteer at a food bank in Nashville, Tennessee, heightened his awareness of the tragedy of hunger in America. This concern propelled him into service at this nonprofit organization. While the dedicated staff will never get rich from their salaries, Blake says, "we're rich in our hearts." A question of values.
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