"Right"

Wednesday

This morning I was at the market with Uncle George, an old-timer who helps out at the market sometimes and has been running a site since Fair Foods started. Uncle G. is a veteran of three wars, drives an old navy blue chevy pick-up whose glove-box opens every time you hit a bump too hard, and wears a ball cap with his Silver Star patch sewn on the front. I think he's about 85, and a little hard of hearing. Today we were driving and he asked Richard if we should turn left or right, Richard said "Left." and Uncle G. repeated back to him "Right." While we were picking up a few cases of oranges from the orange man, we came back out of the building to see Uncle G. had whipped out a can of blue spray paint and was keeping the hood looking good. Uncle George still comes out and does his thing, pitching in where he can, offering his abilities as a driver and as someone who can run a site. He met Nancy when she started Fair Foods since he worked on some of her vehicles. Although there is currently just a big van and a mini-van, there used to be two big box-trucks, and there have been several other iterations of vehicles as well. It's just great to see the wide range of people who are willing to help out. Nancy was telling me that a while ago the father of a fellow she knew from a different country (I forget which) passed away. She wanted to get a plane ticket so that he could go home for the funeral, and she told Uncle George that she needed $700 more. He went inside and about 15 minutes later came out with the balance. Nancy talks about unconditional love sometimes. I've certainly seen many acts of love since I've been here.