Societé Des Champs Elyseé

The city is now actively making homeless people keep moving. 
No loitering. 
No vagrants. No tinkers. 
The parade passing by my porch is a third world line of refugees, some with ingenious floats built of flotsam. 
The cruelty is the…

I don’t think I can forget for any length of time how absolutely lucky I am-we are- to have been born at peak USA. 
Even the poorest amongst us is wealthy compared to all those born before us. 
Fortunately I…

As we enter the season where we pray to El Niño for the Saharan dust to break up all chances of spinning winds, the Pantaree is stocked and we have actually received some useful food from Second Harvest and take…

Just another Sunday in the French Quarter poking fun at CEOs and the kind of people who move out by the airport and complain about the noise.  A fun time for a serious cause.

Today, I lied to a hundred or so hungry people. While telling the crowd to back up and line up, I told them that we had enough for everyone. 
My intentions were correct, but, we ran out of everything and…

While our Pantaree is not open to the public, we have two or three folks knocking on the door daily. 
There must be hobo markings on our fence.  It’s a case of IF YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW. 

Today one of…

Status Quo

We have entered some bizarro world status quo; an acceptance of the world as it is. 
The camps are neither growing nor disappearing. There are always a few new people who are usually obvious by their timidity and…

‘‘Twas a good day on the streets. 
We had quite an assortment of proteins, sugars, and salty snacks. 
The special man box is a known quantity. Folks know that after filling their bags with food, you just have to ask…

Second Harvest came through with useful food today, most of which went immediately into community fridges. 
Wednesday was oddly normal at the Calliope camp. Everyone was polite and patient. But, we only had enough food for the one stop.  
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