I know this first hand having visited the place and gotten to know a few folks.
Thanks Poo and Marn. :-)
High on tryptophan
I had a good Thanksgiving, still groggy on the tryptophan overload *urp*.
It aint New York, but Berkeley doesnt feel unfriendly. Its a good place to be, the cold notwithstanding.
I ate VERY well.
I partook of the Turkey Meals. I partook of the private meals. And before I went to sleep I partook of the meal served before I went to bed.
Oh! And there were people who were giving out meals to people just sitting outside.
Me, sitting on a bench very late in the eve, reading the NY Times (ok, fine - I read the paper version too.. Just cuz I cant get the NY Post here), digesting *one, two, three..* three full Thanksgiving meals, and a group rolled up in very shiny Escalades (a church group), handing out meals to the homeless.
"Are you homeless?"
"No, Im fine, thanks."
"Well, heres a meal anyway brother. Happy Thanksgiving."
I didnt eat it, cuz I had no need.
I was headed for my fourth thanksgiving dinnah.
America is awash in cooked turkey.
One guy I was talking to yesterday - who a year ago was himself giving out Thanksgiving meals to the homeless - said he knew a guy who remarked "Ive been homeless for over 2 years. In Oakland, Ive had to travel all over to get a meal. In Berkeley, Ive not gone hungry for one day."
I honestly have eaten far better "residentially challenged" in Berkeley (aint everybody?) than I have in years PAYING for food.
Ive been served by world-famous chefs and not-so famous folks who crank out eye-boggling feasts regularly.
Every day I shake my head in Berkeley. :-)