Roped Into Charity

I was asked if I wanted to help clean up a park over the weekend. One of LA's city councilmen was putting on a series of projects to beautify neighborhoods, and friends of mine were getting into it in large numbers. I would otherwise likely have paid no attention to the enterprise, but was glad to pitch in alongside my comrades. I earnestly believe it would be a good time, and it was.

It was something like service projects I had taken part in while active in the Boy Scouts. The effort required then was more, but the esprit de corps was no less in this current civic endeavor. Of course, I wasn't wild about the early hour I had to get up. Others could get up later, but I was up at 6 in the morning because I wanted time to myself before heading out at 7:30 to meet a friend at 8. We grabbed a bit of breakfast at a coffee shop. The coffee was fine, and I guess the egg muffin sandwich was fairly good too. It was a more ample approximation of the signature breakfast item made by the major fast food chain, and consisted of higher-quality ingredients. I guess I would complain that the turkey bacon got lost amidst the egg and muffin.