I spent most of Saturday in that part of the City where North/South streets are named for States and East/West streets are named for Native American Tribes. We were on the corner of Tennessee and Winnebago. This is serious 'circle the wagons' territory. A fair number of the people that live in this neighborhood are challenged on every level known to man and a few only known to the aliens who are clearly sending radio messages through our fillings. Of course, given the overall dental health of the folks round these parts, the aliens might as well just give it up.
Don't get me wrong. I love this part of town. I worked right in the heart of it for fifteen years. Nine of which was in the emergency department in one of two hospitals within walking distance of nearly every one of those State Streets and Indian tribes. This was the neighborhood where I met my first schizophrenic, my first drug addict, my first alcoholic street fighter,my first prostitute...and her killer pimp. If Mattel ever decides to make a line of Real Life Barbies, well, have I got the list for you.
But, back to Saturday. I was enlisted by my husband to help with a church clean-up. Long story short- this church serves as a mission for many of the disabled and handicapped in the area. And at least one Hoarders Contestant, from the looks of the clothing closet I cleaned out.
|We might have one. Let me check in the back.|
Now, I don't know about you, but the churches I attended as a kid were pretty standard. We donated items periodically and put our offering in little envelopes each Sunday. I do not recall ever seeing someone take the hair off their head...Perhaps the minister here is really inspirational.
|10 wigs, no waiting|
|they really can give you a leg to stand on!|
All the usable items were put out on the sidewalk for a 'Free Sale'. People were thoughtful and took what they needed, many helping one another carry items home. Furniture went pretty quickly. And frighteningly, so did the box of wigs...