Came by to ring your meter Jack. :)

Thanks! And thanks to a reader who was there with $25 for Sisters just 18 minutes into the day.

Ring Ring for the Oregon Food Bank

Some may find it cathartic to vent here, while others may find comfort that they are not the only ones sharing similar thoughts.

Thanks for all that you do and provide for P-town.

Jack, I posted a link here on my own blog. I'm pretty sure it won't generate nearly the traffic your link to me generated last year, but every $1 helps! So glad I could shake $1 out of you myself, and maybe I can be responsible for a few more.

But I just saw on TV that Jiffy Lube is giving coupons worth $60 if I give them food for the Oregon Food Bank. What's in it for me to give here? Huh! What's in it for me!?

Oh wait, that's not the point, is it. Here's to hoping you hit your maximum donation goals. Peace, Linda

Oh noes! Jack's a socialist that spreads resources to the less fortunate.

Thanks again for the buckahitness.

Buck-a-hit!! And thanksgiving, too! Thanks for exposing PDX 'stuff' for all to see, so that it might improve things around town. Still think you should run for office to run things around here.

"Jack's a socialist that spreads resources to the less fortunate."
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Hmmm, and I always thought that socialism was 'forced' taking from the rich and giving to the poor.

Isn't Jack's 'socialism' more better defined as 'charity'? Just saying..

Santa gets lots of cocoa and sweets.
So, last year we changed our menu.
Abacela syrah was among our treats,
so much so that he missed his next venue.

Before he indulges again this time--
and happens to forget your 'hood--
he wishes you now with this silly rhyme:
A Christmas especially good.

After RickN's poetry, my "I got a rock" comment is completely inadequate. Give him my vote, okay?

Love "participating" on these days :D

Marmalade!

I remember when Christmas day started at 3 AM.

My brothers and I would awaken with anticipation for the very special day ahead. Four or five hours of whispering, wishing and wondering what was under the Christmas tree.

For us boys, that was the wonder of Christmas.

Now that I’m the “Santa,” Christmas still starts at 3 AM. My wife and I will put the special gifts under the tree, and we will whisper and wonder if their wishes come true.

We wish all of you a very special day as well, and hope you enjoy the wonder of Christmas!

Brad

PS $25.00 to Human Solutions is on the way.

I was going to try to donate the money I would have to spend to take one of your classes at Lewis and Clark, but my lord education is expensive. Thanks for everything you do and for all the people who write stuff that is interesting enough to read and learn from. Now, back to bah humbuging...

Hey Jack! When's the Virtual Christmas Party going to be held this year? Just got a new bottle of Jack in your honor!

I'm still sad that I sucked royally in the World Cup pool and didn't get to drink with Jack. Poor me.

Thank goodness for our very own "light" that shines on the dark corners of city hall right here on Bojack!
Merry Merry! everyone...I too am looking forward to the virtual party this year.

I spent a year working on a project for one of OFB's regional food bank agencies and it is an awesome, awesome non-profit. To my knowledge, so are the others on the list.

Merry Christmas, everyone. Here is my poem; kudos to all the cat ladies and good citizens I know.

Feral Cat Christmas

It is warmest in the brush near the Cottonwood trees
where we huddle together;
the Tortishell, the Tiger, two kittens and me.

The cat ladies arrive on the levy before Dawn,
bearing gifts of Meow Mix, meat scraps and milk,
ignoring signs reading "Do not feed ferals";
risking wrath from the local gentry
and their ilk.

We share solace also with homeless campers;
seeking warmth, they undestand our plight;
They know whose birth we celebrate accepts the lowly and gives them light.

Before Rudolph, how did Santa deliver gifts on foggy nights? Just wondering

Hallo there!

Followed you here from Linda Krushke's blog. Doing my bit to help out :-)

Blessings,
ann

This transaction will appear on your bill as BOJACK.

I will probably puke a little bit next time I read my credit card statement, but I guess it's worth it. Might as well take a bit of your cash and give it to the hungry!

Have yourself a merry little holiday
Let your city be fair
From now on
Our problems will go nowhere

Have yourself a merry little holiday
Make the season straight
From now on
Our solutions will wait and wait

Here we are as in days gone by
Happy robber baron days so sly
Faithless pols who are ill to us
Have terms that never die

The the elections
We will suffer all
If the developers allow
Have yourself a good stiff drink
And try real hard not to think about it all

Oppps last stanza should be

Through the elections
We will suffer all
If the developers allow
Have yourself a good stiff drink
And try real hard not to think about it all

Hi and thank you for such a generous idea here today! Linda K. sent me over.
I just have a little Christmas story to share. Sorry, it doesn't go with your designated donation sights, but is for St. Jude's Children Hospital. In our little town, a little boy named Dax Locke was struggling with cancer. He didn't have long to live, and so his daddy decorated for Christmas in September, because Dax loved Christmas and the lights so much. The neighbors asked about it and then they too decorated and it spread to the whole town and even across the nation and around the world. People would send the Locke's pictures of their lights for Dax. Dax passed away at the end of December and now the Locke family, in memory of their son, are committed to raising $1.6 million for St. Jude, the cost for them to run for a day. A Christian music artist, Matthew West, has written a song titled, "One Last Christmas" and dedicated it to help the Locke's raise money for St. Jude's. You can find out more and hear the song at http://www.daxlockefoundation.com. Thanks so much for all you are doing to help others! God bless! deb

I came here through Linda Krushke
I see that my coming equate to $1
Made me think of my coming to Christ
-- it equates to a meaningful life.
Why should it not when He came for us
-- to save us!

Thanks for your generosity
it inspires to reach out!
:)