When I got to work Saturday morning, just before opening the shop, I walked down the street to see what remained of First United Methodist Church after the horrendous fire the previous morning. This was one of the churches which feeds the multitude of homeless that downtown Memphis boasts. As I approached the block where the church is, a woman, obviously indigent, was coming from the location and told me they weren't handing out box lunches, but they had muffins and good coffee. What, exactly, must I look like as I walk the streets downtown? Sure, I don't have a lot of money, but do I look like I'm in search of free meals? Is my family letting me leave the house looking homeless? Perhaps it's time for a make-over.
photo by E.W.A.