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Interactions
Today a lovely brunette woman saw me offering a sandwich to someone. She amde the usual comment, “that’s so nice of you.” I didn’t get into the philosophy of it that I wrote here before. She seemed to genuinely want to do something because she mentioned that she was worried about offering peanut butter. I told her that I simply made what I had. Sometimes that’s PB & J. Today it is salami and cheese. Then I ask. Sometimes they take it, sometimes they don’t. They are free to refuse me if they want. And at that, we went our separate ways in the city. I’d like to think that…
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Operation Sandwich
It’s been a coupe of weeks bringing extra sandwiches to work. I make three at a time, usually peanut butter and jelly. A couple ham and cheese, roast beef when I have it. Most days I give a couple away. One or two on the way. Sometimes one on the way back. Rare days none. I’ve managed to keep them fresh by wrapping them in was paper and then grouped in a bread bag. I’ve become familiar to a few of them. There’s a guy on the way with a decayed grin, but is always reading yesterday’s paper headlines. He’s turned down the roast beef beause he really likes the…