Volunteer thankyou’s; Thank you to Vanessa for the pan of brownies and the caramel butter pecan ice cream (we were getting so tired of vanilla, not really, keep it coming.) As every cook knows, the best compliment for cooking is the rate at which the dish disappears. Yours went quickly. If I may make a Spiritual analogy, a person can say they really like something, but if they don’t actually eat it, then they are just fooling around. If a person says they love God, but doesn’t actually do the second commandment which is like the first, then they are just fooling around.

Thank you to the Fremont Marketime (again). We love their sandwiches, their mac and cheese, their pizza, salads, etc. This has been going on a long time. How many thousands of meals have they served to the homeless? I lost count a couple of years ago.

Thank you to whoever the bed master is. There will come a time in all our lives when we will appreciate not having to get that hip replacement up off the floor in the middle of the night, if you know what I mean.

Thank you to Sam. I think. I served your very good left over rice dish and vegetables the next night. I like looking in our fridge and seeing well labeled leftovers and thinking, “Oh good. This will be easy.”

Thanks to Eileen for the spice cake, and apple crisp, and some other things of course.

Thanks for the supplies which appear regularly on the bakers rack in the 50th street entrance to Emmanuel. Right now I feel like all I have to do is ask and it shall be given.

As our mayor keeps telling us, God bless him, the number of people living with out a place they call home is getting worse in our area. The Men’s Shelter on Phinney Ridge gives a man a clean bed, and warm food, and the counsel to try and make a better life. The only string attached is that a man might become very grateful. Which they are.

That’s the news from the Men’s Shelter, on Phinney Ridge.

Ben Paul