Heat Wave: A Social Autopsy of Disaster

Day two.

Here are Lee Ann, Steve, Chris and Ryan (?) helping kids make stuff. Well not really. They all showed up 45 minutes late and hung over. Eventually they all got bored and wandered off.

I found Steve and, somehow, convinced him to help me. I wonder if the fact that we got to drive around in the cart ("The Rig") had anything to do with it.

I had a bunch of pictures of kids making art and then I wondered why I would show you them.

This is a blog about me, not about the children I serve.

Here is Sarah the Summer Associate. I made an "ass for days" joke and Steve glared at me.

Megan had gone yard saleing (sailing?) on Friday and among the things she bought (while normal people were working) was this owl wind chime. Did I mention that I am not at all jealous of the wind chime, the glasses with nude women or the orange cardigan sweater (which she actually got a different time)?

Dinner and a show

I convinced some of my VISTA pals to come help out at a fund raising dinner.

We were all asked to wear black pants and white shirts. One of the women in charge glared at Emily for her shirt. What was she supposed to do; buy a shirt for volunteering?

We'll see if Sarah ever helps me again after I post this picture.

There isn't really that much to say; we served food, I was given the table with the richest people at it and then was warned not to mess anything up.

Afterwards they fed us. Emily had cake for dinner.

While we were eating somebody came in with wine for all the volunteers, except us, I think he thought we were teenagers.

Later me and Steve tried to show our coastal companions how we do it up in Roseburg.

They were un-impressed, at best.