A day's work

The thrift store at Gallatin C.A.R.E.S., among other things, helps to support their food pantry. While this pile of donated clothing might look insurmountable to the untrained eye, the staff assured me it would be organized and gone within a day or two. And, they weren't kidding.

Long-time friends

Nancy Franklin and Ruth McCullen, Volunteers at Gallatin C.A.R.E.S..

Mr. Harper

It didn't take long to figure out that Mr. Harper had stories. There were knots tied in the straps of his overalls and an eagle on his baseball cap. He was wearing high-end sneakers and keeping an eye out for a new-used pair, he said. He lives at a nearby nursing facility but thanks to the kind women at Gallatin C.A.R.E.S., a community food bank and thrift store, he still gets to go to work every day, helping them organize the piles of hangers.

Mr. Harper loves to sing "at church or just anywhere", he says. He sang all the verses of Roll Jordon the first time we met and then again two weeks later, on request. He still likes to shoot a little basketball too, much to the chagrin of his nurses.

(Note to the the Titans: Some one of you guys with four hundred pairs of shoes really ought to take a pair to Mr. Theodore Harper at Gallatin C.A.R.E.S. That man deserves an awesome pair of shoes, you'll know why in a minute.)

Here are a few words from him, and a good bit of the song.