The St Louis National Bar Association hosted the “President’s Dinner” and all were invited including us vendors. I sell art. The food was good and that is why we went in. When I go on the road, I quickly revert to my “hunter & gatherer” origins (when we walked and hardly talked) and readily seek out free food wherever it may be found. After my feeding, I depart the Marriott hotel to walk back to my van, And I notice an aging homeless person lying on a metal street bench. He has
been drinking. His belly is bloated.
After taking a few steps past him, a voice within compels me to do a round-about and I return to the banquet hall and make a sandwich of turkey roast and another sandwich of roast beef. After wrapping them in napkins, I visit the homeless man, whose name I later learn is Stanley, and give him the food.
The next evening, I find Stanley lying beside a building a few blocks away from the Marriott. I subsequently double back again after leaving another event at the National Bar Association; attorney Willie Gary’s extravaganza summer dress white party. Willie, who has built a very successful law practice and is fond of bragging about his five hundred million dollar settlement on stage, encourages attendees to dress in their summer whites. The only white clothing I took with me was my underwear and I didn’t think it would be a good idea to show up in only that attire.
Once again, I wrap a sandwich roll full of roast beef and another napkin full of fried chicken cuts.
As I continue the walk to my car, I realize that my long ago deceased mother was still alive within me. That thought made me feel good. She also would have brought the man that food.
If you ever visit St Louis, take a few minutes and walk around the convention center. You will probably find Stanley sitting on the metal grate on Washington Avenue or curled up on his pallet of cardboard a few blocks away. He could use some food. And if you visit in winter, he could probably use a warm winter coat.