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Raves and Rants
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’ll start with the rave. I heard from several of you that you had forwarded my blog about the “goodie bags” for the poor to your entire email list. Terrific! Thank you! My friend Shirley from Livermore, CA. send me the following email:
I really liked Linda and Jan’s idea regarding the homeless. We have some in our town that sit in the same locations daily. I went to the local dollar store and purchased similar items and made up my bags. They are in my trunk. I gave out one today...can’t tell you how much it really makes you feel when they are so grateful. A whole new meaning to the phrase “Bag Lady!”
Shirley
Great! Today, I gave my first bag out. The homeless man was working the corner at 215 and Russell. I opened my window and waved. He ran to me. “Are you hungry?” I asked. “Yes ma’am,” he responded. As I handed him the bag, he said, “Food?” I answered, “And a pair of socks.” I may as well have told him, “and a thousand dollars.” I don’t think he could have been more thrilled. He was grinning a toothless grin from ear to ear and “God Blessing Me” loudly as I drove on. I’m not so sure he could have felt any better about his goodie bag as he made me feel for giving it to him. I shall always have a goodie bag in my car for these poor folks...and count my blessings.
See my last blog for what you can put in a goodie bag. You also can add a comb and some of those little soaps and shampoos that we all steal from the hotels and motels.
My Rant: I was a smoker for many a long year so I can have sympathy for those who remain hooked. I know, it’s like the Devil has hold of you and won’t let go. Quitting was the second hardest thing I have ever done in my life, but thank God I did!
I was playing poker at the Orleans yesterday (Feb. 12), in a tournament. An old man got up between hands to go and smoke—okay, fine with me. It certainly wasn’t helping his game as he wasn’t paying attention and missed some hands—but he had to have that smoke.
What was not fine with me was that he knocked the fire off his cigarette and brought it back to the table with him. Talk about stink! He lit and relit the same cigarette butt over and over again. To make it more gross, he laid the butt on the poker table! Several of us complained but were told by the floorman that management had been advised and said that as long as he wasn’t smoking in the poker room, it was okay. Please! It stinks, it is nasty, and it makes a mess on the table. Orleans management, take another look!
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