Bananaman

Today I became Bananaman. Yesterday I picked up a big flat of bananas at a food bank I support. They weren't going to last until food bank day -- Tuesday -- so I relieved the bank of the fruit that was doomed. Part of it got peeled and frozen for my fruit smoothies. I gave a few to a couple neighbors in the condo. Some are still in a kettle in my fridge, for safe keeping. And most of the rest ended up in a small shopping bag which I carried downtown today enroute to meet up with a friend.

At Madison and 12th, I offered some to three transients standing out of the weather in a doorway. All three declined.

I walked along Broadway, then headed downtown, passing a church with a low wall along the sideway, and I planted a few bananas there for someone to discover. When I reached the freeway I left some bananas besides some tents that appeared to be unoccupied, and turned left, walking along the boundary by the freeway where I spotted several tents. I deposited a few bananas at one and there was a disturbance in the tent, so I said I was leaving the bananas. The resident thanked me. I asked him if he would like some more, and he said yes. So I left about 10 ripe but not-too-ripe bananas, emptying my bag.

No meals, but good fruit for the folks on the street.
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