Ross Anthony, M.Ed. (A Los Angeles Creative)
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2020

Again, I've been focused on video and have not been marketing my books. So, I sponsored a Chili4homeless on a smaller scale and on my own dime. Also, we're currently under Coronavirus quarantine. I made a pot of chili and filled an empty preserves jar, a pickle jar, and pasta sauce jar with the chili. Chili (the motorcycle) has been resting covered comfortably during this wet winter. It might have been 2 months since I rode her. Plus, she really needs a few new internal parts that are hard to find, she's running good, but I don't want to stress those parts. Anyway, I pull off the cover, clean the seat only to realize she's got a flat tire. Uhg! I cannot tell you how many times I've changed that tube! It often happens when Chili's been sitting a while. Anyway, look at the photo, see the hole in the rim (looks like a valve stem hole.) Air is escaping from there when I attempt to pump it up. Sigh. The rim lock goes there. Where's my rim lock? Anyway, I roll Chili from the drive way to kickstart her and let her run a bit - not good to have an engine sit too long without running. She sounds absolutely great for a 1982 machine. A good engine! I roll her back in place and load my van with the 3 jars of Chili. Not even 1 mile from my home I find a man sitting with two shopping carts filled to the brim. He's low to the ground on a very small chair. I approach but stop 6 feet away: "Want some Chili?" I shout through my mask to him. "You mean like a hot chili pepper?" He looks concerned. "I can't have those." I reassure him, "No, no, homemade chili with ground beef, and carrots, and celery, and elbow mac ... you'll like it." "Sure." he says. I put two jars on the ground where I stand and say, "Sorry, got to be safe, I'll just leave these right here." I get back in the van and head around the block where I see a man riding a bike rather aimlessly, wearing a very dirty bright orange safety vest and carrying so many plastic bags of stuff that the whole bike teeters side to side as he peddles. I stop the van, put my face mask on, get out and offer him a jar of chili. He says, "sure!" As he's on the bike in the street, putting the jar on the ground seems like a bad idea. So holding just the bottom the jar, I hand it to him. He smiles and peddles off.


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