Everybody Get Together

“Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee” — John Donne 

The bell tolls in lower Bucks County, PA for a homeless man who recently passed after being hit by two cars on New Falls road in Levittown, PA. The homeless community has been mourning since, and have made a point to get together more often with one another. 

One of the places the homeless in Bucks County meet is at the shared meals for the homeless and those in need, where they can nourish the body and get together to edify one another.  

Except for a few problem people, who by the way are not homeless, the meals have been a peaceful place for friends to gather.  Reflecting on the man’s passing, I think of how we, especially those of us who are in a similar situation, should value the people around us, and not bicker over things but treasure each other’s company. And we should not allow the problem people to disrupt our peace.  

Shakespeare writes of making the most of our time here on earth, treasuring what we have, as we are just sojourners: 

That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73) 

William Shakespeare, 1564 – 1616  

“That time of year thou mayst in me behold  

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang  

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,  

Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

In me thou see’st the twilight of such day 

As after sunset fadeth in the west;  

Which by and by black night doth take away,  

Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.  

In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,  

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,  

As the deathbed whereon it must expire,  

Consumed with that which it was nourished by.  

  This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,  

   To love that well which thou must leave ere long.” 

Feed The Birds!

As the number of homeless and needy who visit the shared meals continues to grow, it’s a challenge sometimes to feed everyone who attends the meals.  Weekday evening meals run from 6 until 7 p.m.  We who attend the meals appreciate them. At a recent meal, however, a couple who came in at 6:15 were told they got the last of the food.  Before 6:15, someone had already requested seconds. And the host catered to the request from someone who did not have the courtesy to wait for stragglers. Not everyone can make the meal right at 6 p.m., often for legitimate reasons.  For this reason, I suggest that the hosts hold off serving seconds until about 6:30 so that everyone can be fed, and not give in to itchy pants gluttons.  Not all of the guests need seconds. In fact, the one who made the request is quite rotund, which is a polite word for fat.  By indulging the homeless in meals that have, to some, become a Roman banquet, the meals provide more than subsistence. Gorging yourself does not give you much motivation to leave the nest.   Parks in Bucks County have posted rules not to feed the waterfowl, a tradition almost as dumb as smoking. Migrating waterfowl, instead of continuing on their journey south, may stop in route where they can get welfare. Here they grow so fat that they can’t fly south! They have trouble even getting off the ground!   http://wildlifecenter.org/sites/default/files/Consequences-of-feeding-wild-ducks-in-public-parks.pdf  For the past several months, the meals have become peaceful, a place where friends can get together to edify one another. Recently, I had a conversation triggered by a question another guest had about the Bible.  Aside from a few brief altercations, there was a character known as Lying Larry who caused trouble at the meals, yelling at people, usually those who cannot defend themselves, and actually attacking someone, for which he was banned from the shared meal permanently.  Last night, Lying Larry made a cameo appearance, after having given us a break for some time. He did not, however, cause any trouble last night. My girlfriend, who was sitting next to me, advised me it would be best if I did not turn around. I didn’t but I was curious. I was right about the reason, as my nemesis walked past my table. Without incident, fortunately.   Romans 12:18  “If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.”  Awhile back Lying Larry gave his seal of approval to “Caveman Club.”    Here’s the sales pitch:    Are women you are trying to pick up at homeless meals getting too difficult to catch? Did another guy take your gal you used to take there? Is the gang of girls you are trying to collect, like Charles Manson, nothing more than a dream?  Well, do as Lying Larry does. He uses Caveman Club to catch his prey.    As Lying Larry says, women don’t have any sense in choosing the guy they want to hang with. Women are incapable of making decisions on their own. They need guidance and persuasion.    Caveman Club also serves to keep the competition away; to keep the gals from making the wrong choice.   Caveman Club.  Don’t go to a homeless meal without one!   Caveman Club, by Sancho Panza.  Caveman Club has the Lying Larry Seal of Approval.