By David Tucker, Volunteer
Regular Run, Saturdays
Donors: Peet's Coffee, West Portal and Whole Foods Haight-Ashbury store
Recipient: Haight Ashbury Food Program
Regular Run, Saturdays
Donors: Peet's Coffee, West Portal and Whole Foods Haight-Ashbury store
Recipient: Haight Ashbury Food Program
I’m in the middle of reading Ivan Doig’s classic novel of
the American west, The Last Bus to Wisdom.
That book and its vivid story of bigger-than-life characters inhabiting the back roads and farms and
rural hamlets of the America west reminds me of the bus (actually, a 1997
Plymouth Voyager) trips my wife Pat and I take each Saturday morning in our
assigned Food Runner route stretching from our neighborhood Peet’s store, where
we pick up lots of coffee, to the Whole Foods Store hard by the McDonald’s at Haight
and Stanyan Streets, where each week we pick up hundreds of pounds of fresh
fruits and vegetables and eggs and
bread, all to be delivered to the Haight Ashbury Food Program* (HAFP) pantry some
four blocks away in the heart of the Haight.
Dave & Pat's car loaded up at Whole Foods |
Along the way we meet some interesting characters – people
Doig would have loved to sprinkle onto his novels.
First, there is Robert who for many years has been in charge
of HAFP’s food distribution/pantry outlet headquartered on a ground-floor of a seen-better-days
church building complex. Robert is there every Saturday morning at eight
o’clock sharp when we arrive in our food-engorged bus - a calm, centered and caring hand that makes the HAFP
program hum. While you would never know it from Robert’s modest demeanor, his
HAFP work has won him well-earned, gold-seal bedecked official accolades from
the wider San Francisco philanthropic community.
Helping Robert unload our bus each Saturday morning are
Steve and Mike, volunteers living in the Haight who give of their time to,
among their many other HAFP chores, add muscle to the moving of the food from
our bus into the pantry. They also add, by the way and more importantly, a
steady diet of good humor, good cheer and …well…just plain goodness.
From left: Robert, Dave, Steve & Mike |
Once we leave, having been unburdened of our food and
coffee, Robert and Steve and Mike and numerous other volunteers spend much of
the rest of Saturday seeing to the distribution through the HAFP pantry of fresh
food to some 150 clients living in the Haight who have come to depend on the
pantry for wholesome supplements to their diet.
HAFP staff ready for food distribution |
Overseeing
all of this effort from the standpoint of the HAFP board and its fundraising
role is Jenn, a veteran of community-supported assistance to those in need.
With a lilt in her voice and not a whole lot of prodding, Jenn speaks glowingly
of HAFP’s early beginnings in 1983 as a soup kitchen and chef-training program
that eventually morphed in 2010 into its current privately supported food-pantry
format after seeing its government funding come to an end and losing its kitchen
space. Jenn has a million stories to tell about HAFP’s colorful, hard-scrabble
history – two of which involve a floating neighborhood poker game whose
winnings become donations to HAFP and the true story that in its soup kitchen
days some of HAFP’s “regulars” were UCSF med students, a group that famously
and notoriously had a hard time making ends meet. Paying forward, many of these
former clients have become regular HAFP donors as they open their wallets (and
purses!) to remember the help they received during their medical training. Want
to also help HAFP? Log onto “thefoodprogram.org”
To me and Pat, it is more than an honor and a privilege to regularly cross paths with these remarkable people. It is a blessing, truly a blessing, to get to know HAFP’s undaunted, unbowed, and unsung mini-heroes who quietly employ food to sew our community together – the very kind of characters around which Doig, if he were still alive, would have built a must-read novel.
To me and Pat, it is more than an honor and a privilege to regularly cross paths with these remarkable people. It is a blessing, truly a blessing, to get to know HAFP’s undaunted, unbowed, and unsung mini-heroes who quietly employ food to sew our community together – the very kind of characters around which Doig, if he were still alive, would have built a must-read novel.
*Food Runners has been serving HAFP for over 25 years.