I’ll say one thing about Berkeley. They go all-out to feed the street people on Thanksgiving. There were at least a dozen different groups that served up complete Thanksgiving dinners over the Thanksgiving weekend. Whenever yet another group hit People’s Park bringing in even more food we’d be going “IN-COMING!! IN-COMING!!” Like we were being invaded with even more turkey bombs.
This was kind of funny and sad at the same time. Around 4 in the afternoon this guy pulls up to People’s Park in his van and announces: “I HAVE FREE TURKEY DINNERS FOR ANYBODY WHO WANTS ONE!!” He has big trays full of turkey and mashed potatoes with gravy and cranberry sauce and pumpkin pies and etc. The works. But all the street people are laying on their sides in the grass groaning. I mean, at this point we can’t even LOOK at any more turkey.
But the poor guy is going up to person after person announcing “HEY I GOT FREE FOOD IN MY VAN IF YOU’RE HUNGRY!” But we’re all like. “Yeah yeah. Great. You got any Alka-Seltzer.”
I felt a little sorry for the guy. Standing there all alone by his van with all that food and nobody to eat it. “All revved up and nowhere to go.” So I went over and got a plate. Thanked him profusely. If I can keep the raccoons from getting at it I’ll eat it for breakfast tomorrow morning at my campsite.
Now it’s Sunday evening and I’m sipping my last beer of the night and I’m just thankful that the Thanksgiving weekend is almost over. The holidays are always stressful on the street scene. People fighting and screaming and over-amped with emotions and drinking and drugging even more than usual. It’s crazy.