This morning, Dad and N and I went to the Capital Area Food Bank to volunteer with the Brown Club of DC for MLK Weekend. Along with a large group of volunteers, we sorted a very large donation of food from Giant. It was early and we were tired, but it was satisfying work and we were glad that we could help make a difference in getting food into hungry people’s hands. I told N that he’d remember this morning much longer than he’d remember a random Saturday morning when he slept in.
