One thousand six hundred twenty-six meals were served at the Holy Apostles Soup Kitchen today, a record. (Not all records are reasons to celebrate: the happiest day would be the day noone needed a meal.) I was with a small assembly line of parishioners 
madly trying to assemble ice cream sundaes: two scoops of vanilla ice cream, chocolate sauce, whipped cream, sprinkles, a maraschino cherry and a little US flag toothpick, served with a plastic spoon and a paper napkin. (Today is Memorial Day, the day the US remembers its military dead.) I'm not big into the flag - I missed 9/11 so didn't have to decide when and how to put stars and stripes up - but this was fun. It's hard to be proud of a country which, despite great wealth, abandons so many people to hunger and homelessness, but it's hard not to take a little satisfaction in the thought that an organization like HASK, largely fueled by volunteers, is the sort of thing America is best at.
madly trying to assemble ice cream sundaes: two scoops of vanilla ice cream, chocolate sauce, whipped cream, sprinkles, a maraschino cherry and a little US flag toothpick, served with a plastic spoon and a paper napkin. (Today is Memorial Day, the day the US remembers its military dead.) I'm not big into the flag - I missed 9/11 so didn't have to decide when and how to put stars and stripes up - but this was fun. It's hard to be proud of a country which, despite great wealth, abandons so many people to hunger and homelessness, but it's hard not to take a little satisfaction in the thought that an organization like HASK, largely fueled by volunteers, is the sort of thing America is best at.