Notes from my wife (and ‘almost First Lady’) Liz: “As we often do when we are home in Cleveland, I and the children volunteered at the Storefront Drop-In Center on Saturday morning. The Storefornt is a Catholic Worker place for the homeless and others in need in the neighborhood. We serve food, provide a shower… This particular cold, wet morning we provided shelter and a place to socialize for a few hours. I was able to hand out some socks recently donated to the Center. This particular morning, I was struck by the lack of gratitude extended me while I was doing this. Than I realized that perhaps I wasn’t owed anything. That is, if I have enough — then anything beyond that doesn’t belong to me anyway. In fact if I have more than enough, maybe — given current global distribution of goods and food — I am a thief. I am taking from my brothers and sisters who can’t get work because it’s gone off shore. Or I’m stealing from others who work in sweatshops in these jobs off shore, so I can own two pair of Nikes at an affordable price to me — but a year’s wages to the shoe’s maker. Then there are those on unemployment lines (and in the Storefront) who have been pushed off their small farms by big corporate farming, so I can buy an affordable burger for a buck… Why should any of these people say thanks to me for giving them (socks this day) what, in a more just and equitable world, would belong to them in the first place. Note: The next week I cleaned out a few extra pairs of socks, and gave them back to my brothers and sisters.