STORIES FROM THE ROAD
December 25, 1993
THE SHELTER
The night at the Salvation Army shelter in Tuscon, AZ. went okay.
After a good hot breakfast, I left around 8:00 a.m. I
decided to go to a church for the Christmas Morning
service but the only service that I found was a
Spanish one. I was able to follow most of it my
checking out the prayer book. I could read some
Spanish but not understand it by hearing.
After the service, I went over to the convention
center to see if I could volunteer helping out serve
the Christmas dinner. On the way, I stopped to give
the candy and some of the cookies that I had gotten at
the Salvation Army Sheter to two kids who were waiting
at a bus stop with their mother. I thought they needed
them more than I did.
When I got to the convention center, I found out that
they didn't need any more help and that there would
have been no place to store the bike safely. I decided
to go on. A couple of blocks away, I came across a
mobile soup kitchen near a Seven-Eleven. This had been
set up by a church and provided a simple meal and some
clothes to the homeless people. I stayed on for about
an hour helping to serve meals to the people who
stopped by. Before leaving, I was given a loaf of
homemade bread to take along.
The last thing I did in Tuscon was stop at a
laundromat that was open. After getting the laundry
done, I headed up to Casa Grande along I-10. It was
around dusk when I got into Casa Grande. I made my way
over to the police station and they said that my only
hope for a night out of the cold was to see if
somebody was at the small mission on the other side of
the railroad track. There was a train blocking the
road crossings so I had a hard time getting across the
tracks to the mission.
I was happy to find somebody there. They directed me
to a room at the top of a stairs. There wasn't any
heat in the room but there were some blankets that I
could use along with my sleeping bag. A large pile of
clothes was on top of one of the other bunk beds but
nobody showed up. I was concerned that the door didn't
have a lock on it but I was assured that when the
gates were locked nobody would be coming into the
mission's grounds.
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