Nice day. I substituted at the food pantry with good friend and neighbor, Leslie, and I called her to suggest we have lunch together first. She was agreeable and we went to Calloway's. Had a delightful lunch and good talkfest (where did that idiotic expression come from? I think from the semi-literate movie magazines I read in my youth) about all kinds of topics. We both had wraps with chicken salad and I had a light beer.
Served at the food pantry from 1:45 to 4:00 and plenty of customers came in, several with little children in tow. It's satisfying to help people this way, but so much more is needed. What if we diverted even a fraction of the money we spend in delivering death and destruction to other countries to feeding the hungry, healing the sick, educating the ignorant, rebuilding our crumbling cities and infrastructure? But that will never happen. Instead, tiny groups scurry around the looming dike and plug holes here and there with their ever-dwindling supply of resources, while the edifice is crumbling and a great wave of water is sliding over the top. We're going to be inundated by it and while we're gasping and struggling, we'll wonder, "How did this ever happen?"
Hey, that's just what citizens in all the other lost empires wondered as they succumbed to the flood.