American Flatbread ~ Flatbread Kitchen
Friday and Saturday May 23+24, 2008
Tonight’s menu and baking are dedicated to
On the highway south I stopped for gas and saw, sitting on the side of the road, a man and a woman with a sign. At first I thought they were hitchhikers, the kind that were common forty years ago, but are now rare. As I cam close enough to read the sign, I saw these words: “Homeless and hungry. Will work for food.”
I suppose I mostly drive or walk by petitions for mercy or charity. I don’t know why exactly. I walked up to them. The man said hello and asked, “Do you have work, sir?”
“No” I said. “I’m just passing through”. We talked for a while. They had been living up on the Long Trail all winter in a plastic tarp “banked with snow”. They had good sleeping bags but nothing to cook with.
“We’d eat right from the can, mostly”, he said. “Sometimes the food would be frozen.” I thought of my winter just past and the many warm meals in a snug home I had had.
Thanks for coming tonight.