05/03/2026
Sitting at a tiny NSST table, beside the sidewalk, across the street from the northeast corner of the Chico Saturday Farmers Market, and along comes a man dressed in black; a black hat, black polo shirt, black pants WITH A CREASE IN 'EM, (like ironed) down to his shiny black shoes. He pauses at our table. I get up. He reaches in his pocket... ... leans into me a bit and says, “You guys helped me when I was homeless a few years ago. Thank you so much.” Then he put a $20 bill in our donation box and hugged me. I was taken back. He walked off before I could collect myself to learn a little more of his experience. I turned to Gene, told him what happened, and I said, “That's amazing! I can go home now. That was worth all the work I did today!”
