Project HOPE

Our schedule 2-8-12

2012-02-09T09:56:00.000-08:00

Mr. Lucas 6:39 to 6:59
John Reedy 7:09 to 7:22
Mikey D 7:34 to 7:41
Blue Bridge 7:48 to 8:20 & 8:21 to 8:35
High St. Alley 8:42 to 8:58
Grace Park 9:02 to 9:17
Momma 9:18 to 9:30

We spend only a few hours a week hanging out with some of our friends, and we're beginning to realize how few of our friends we see on a weekly basis. Though, the above schedule seems full, it manages to hit only a tiny minority of the many locations and people we could be seeing. For instance, no where in the above is our South Street route, along the tracks or Furnace Street.

Perch Knows Better

2012-02-09T03:37:00.000-08:00

We all agreed it was nice to see Mama sitting in her living room after 3 months of living at the hospital. She seemed in good spirits and was quick to ask for her hugs.

Brother Spooner overwhelmed us with 6 quarts of corn chowder (which Davonta has never heard of). Everyone chowed down on the chowder.

Also loved nearly running Perch over. We then had a conversation about food stamp cards and engaged in cookie sandwich face-stuffing.

Check out ONE's story on food waste.

Tiger the Raccoon

2012-02-02T04:02:00.000-08:00

Saw Billy for the first time in quite a while. It was nice to see him, and he looked good, now living in an apartment. I knew Billy was a vet, but when he mentioned Vietnam, I had to pry--I thought he looked young for this. At age 17, he enlisted in 1973. Luckily Dirk broke the sobering mood by reminding me about my rather nerdy dress the week before.

We took a detour and found Bear and Gina along the tracks. Bear seemed in good spirits, I could tell because he didn't mind my presence.

Mark 2 told us about his pet raccoon, Tiger. Seriously, Tiger comes in at night and sleeps all comfy-like under the covers with Mark. I'm still struggling with this one.

Coffee Makes Ya Go

2012-01-26T03:50:00.000-08:00

Through a fury of talk, the HOPEsters completed another night. And this time, it included Betsy!

"You got my stuff? You got any more of this lotion, right hereah?" Oh, the voice was music to our chilled ears.

Coffee has been a highly appreciated new addition to our menu, so much so that we always run out; although, Gertrude said it was poison, and that I intended to do away with her with such poison. Not so.

Lindsay caught Clocks singing Selena Gomez.

And for some reason, I don't believe Reedy liked that I called his beard an Albino Beard.

Two visits to the tracks and three trains. That's a ratio of 2 to 3. Correct me if I'm wrong. I dare ya.

Chefs and Cats

2012-01-19T04:00:00.000-08:00

Cold night and few friends, but those we met with were happy to hang with us for a while.

We made it to Mama's for the first time in a while and were scolded by Mickey, while Jimmy pleasantly took his bags in a jiff so that he could continue watching the premiere of American Idol.

Mr. Milo's attempt to bring back the socks over the jeans look went over 'bout as well as trying to teach the unification of Italy in 5 minutes.

February 4th, Iron Chef competition organized by Springtime of Hope.

January 11, 38

2012-01-12T09:14:00.000-08:00

We've received some very hearty donations from students in recent weeks. Those involved in Project HOPE are very thankful for such giving and selflessness.

If anybody would like to contribute to Project HOPE in any way, please contact Mr. Horinger (horingerj@hoban.org) or Mr. Milo (milog@hoban.org). There are some specific items Project HOPE needs and there are other items that other organizations can use more effectively.

Thank you for your support.

Chester

2012-01-05T07:28:00.000-08:00

"The Effer- vescence?" asked a mousy voice from the back of the van.

"Yes, Sparkplug?" replied The Effervescence?"

"Are we..."

Intrigued? Join a night with Project HOPE to get the full story.

Chester and his daughter and son-in-law are making their way to San Diego in the near future. They've become High Street Alley regulars, and we wish them luck on their adventure. And we're slightly envious, given the current weather.

Hard Love

2011-12-29T04:26:00.001-08:00

Armed with a large sausage link, we first traveled to Jimmy's to deliver it. Dirk sat comfortable in the living room, wishing for high speed Internet. He told us about how he enjoys hanging out with elfish people.

John assured me that he stands at a distance, not because he doesn't appreciate what we do, but he doesn't care much for crowds. I guess there's more space in Texas.

Tired, we set a course for home, but we were awoken by a woman running from her house, waving her arm for attention. We stopped and she asked if we had any food left. We were limited by this point, but we did have plenty of toiletries and socks. Sherry informed us that she has her grandchildren to take care of, but she doesn't have much for them. What we were able to offer put a smile on her face. We hoped it helped the Holiday season just a bit.

Tough Words

2011-12-22T07:54:00.001-08:00

We're heard the story before. He had work that paid well, a con- struction job, under-the-table type stuff. He lived so comfortably that he bought a house. Well, like so many others, the economy swept John with it. He doesn't often fly a sign, but he had no other choice on this evening. However, the cop told him to pack it up, picketing curfew, 6PM.

With the Christmas season upon us, let's make a cognitive effort to take a few more steps toward bringing peace into someone's life.

Takes on Hope

2011-12-15T03:49:00.000-08:00

The All-Man Crew manly drove from location to location, spreading their strength of hope and joy.

Perch enlightened the men with his stories of his tumultuous three years.

Unfortunately, Dean was also present under the Blue Bridge. Dean had been living in an apartment for several months, but he now finds himself back in the woods with his friend Joe. We handed the newly homeless a blanket and some sweatshirts.

I think the population of people seeking our assistance and smiles behind High Street Christian Church was close to 30, breaking any records I know of.

Ace triggered George, who blasted into a rant against swearing and how dirty the world is. In the past, George has always been very quiet and distant, but last night, he engaged the Hoban men and offered some keen observations about the world. He smiled (first time I've ever seen that), and said, "This is a good group of guys." I nearly dropped, stunned by his sudden positivity. We shook hands and the All-Man Crew headed back home, successful in their good tidings.

Effervescence

2011-12-08T04:24:00.001-08:00

Umm, let's see, can't remember where we went initially. But, uh, we went back into the woods, and met Joe, but couldn't fine many cuz it was so cold.

Wait, first we went to the Dollar General, and we went to that place with the 7Up and Jimmy was there. We had stromboli, it was really good. That place by the womb.

And anyways, I have to go to class, we went to that place by the parking deck. We met Fat Boy, he does the tatoos, his name is Fat Boy, it was pretty cool, he showed us this gauge...

Mr. Milo attempting to type the comments of Julianna.

Time is Money

2011-12-01T05:28:00.000-08:00

Have you ever thought about living without the luxury of a car? Without the luxury of going where you want when you want, taking the route you want? Without being able to race just a little over the speed limit in order to get to Cleveland more quickly? Without have to make extra stops in order to pick up other passengers?

When Jimmy goes to his doctor appointments in Cleveland, he needs to catch the bus in Akron at 6:45AM in order to make it to the Brecksville connection in time. After two hours of traveling, he eventually makes it to his appointment a little early. The end of his 30 minute examination leaves him stranded, waiting in the cold for a bus to take him back to Brecksville. In the end, he arrives back home to his two cats a little before 4PM. A day gone by without work, without money.

What would it take to organize or build a more efficient and complete form of public transportation?

Front Porch Cafe Thanksgiving

2011-11-24T04:43:00.000-08:00

Last night the Front Porch Cafe welcomed Project HOPE and its guests for a Thanksgiving feast. Hoban families, faculty and staff provided fantastic Thanksgiving dishes that filled the bellies of all in attendance. Hoban students provided the musical entertainment, which proved to be delightful, and Hoban volunteers helped with food preparation and serving the guests.

Special Outstanding Organizer and Trooper Awards go out to Mrs. Frye, Mr. Fahey, Dr. and Mr. Beiting, Mrs. Dyrlund, Mr. Donatelli, Mrs. and Mr. Starkey, Mr. Hottinger, Ms Haubert, Mrs. Veverka, Mrs. Cox, TK, Mrs. Braman, Mrs. Davey, and Ms. Marzick. Wow, there are no words to express the amount of help and leadership they all provided.

Promotion

2011-11-17T03:46:00.001-08:00

Distributing fliers for our November 23 Thanks- giving Dinner was one of our grand missions tonight. Kelly and John masterfully handed out promo forms and bus schedules in an effort to build awareness about the gathering.

Next Wednesday, we won't be venturing out; rather, we're bringing all of our friends to the Front Porch Cafe on Grant Street. We'll have food and musical entertainment, and we'll try to create a couple hours of joy and hope.

Sure, we're breaking more than 2 years of tradition, but we feel the cause is greater than the pride of continuing a tradition.

We welcome any donations: food, time or money. We want to make this a grand evening, so please help in any way you can.

Windy City

2011-11-10T04:12:00.000-08:00

We visited Mr. Lucas for the first time in many months. With the poor economy, he lost his job and is back in the camper. It was nice to see him despite the unfortunate circumstances.

Like Rapunzel, Reedy presented himself from his second story window. After a shouting match, he descended for a short gathering.

We took a walk with Vang to warm ourselves at his campfire. The warmth was a welcome comfort from the wicked wind that relentless pounded us.

Oh, and by the way, it's apparently Christmas time!

11-2-11

2011-11-03T03:52:00.000-07:00

Project H.O.P.E. went inter- national last night to celebrate birthdays.
Jim celebrates his birthday Thursday, Nov 3 and Kevin celebrating his the Monday after.
This Weds night was an unseasonably warm November night, and they are always welcome with us. A lot of comings and goings of some friends we haven't had too much contact with lately. We saw Reggie for the first time in a while, as well as Kevin (the other Kevin). A lot to think about and be thankful for by the end of the night. A quick recovery goes out to Jim Bronco in hopes his foot heals up quick. Kevin gets to spend some time with his daughter during his birthday weekend. CJ and Kevin still holding down some temp jobs but the struggle remains. They have to wake up at 2:30am to get moving for the day. We have a lot to be thankful for as the holiday season approaches. Keep The Wednesday before Thanksgiving open in your calendars. A project H.O.P.E. Thanksgiving is coming to Akron!

Vang inthe Raing

2011-10-27T03:42:00.000-07:00

We stood cheery under the Blue Bridge. The rain fell and the chill blew through our autumn gear. Startled, we caught a glimpse of a figure in the far distance slowly making its way down the path. It walked queerly. Only an intermittent touch of light illuminated its face. What was it? A vampire? Zombie? We tensed, preparing for the end. Was it? Was this ghoulish figure bringing our doom? It appeared from the dark path and revealed itself in full. There stood Perch with a smile. We would live to see another day.

Dum Dums

2011-10-20T03:37:00.000-07:00

Wettest year on record? We believe it.

Last night, enduring a constant pelting of rain, the HOPE'sters worked to bring a little sunshine to the dark streets and woods of Akron.

Here's one fer ya: Try waking up at 2:30AM in order to walk across the Y-Bridge to Tallmadge Avenue in order to reach the temp office by 3:45AM so you can be selected to work for $7.45 counting lollipops. Of course, ya gotta pay for the ride to Barberton.

Akronist - Akron/Ohio - Reaching the homeless through the classroom

2011-10-13T07:07:00.000-07:00

Akronist - Akron/Ohio - Reaching the homeless through the classroom

Glow

2011-10-12T07:26:00.000-07:00

Kevin's job fell through, but he's made a strong connection with his two children, a daughter and son he hasn't really seen in five years. When we came upon his camp, he was in the middle of writing a letter to his daughter. She's becoming a dental hygienist, and he's happy about that.

Gibson handed me his cane and Dom his flashlight so he could show me the business card of the doctor at Summa helping him with his pancreatic cancer. He does it all with smiles.

Johnny, long time no see, is frustrated in his job search. "Nobody will hire a guy with a bunch of misdemeanors," he says looking at the ground. "Petty theft. I stole some food once, cuz I was on the streets, hungry, nowhere to go." I have no positive answers for him.

The dark of Autumn has arrived. Flashlights anyone?

Check out Akronist's documentary of Project HOPE.

Git'r Done

2011-10-06T03:37:00.000-07:00

Our drive along the tracks led us to David, lying comfort- ably, enjoying his solitude. He's been in Akron for a few months, guilted to return after his brother's death; however, he smirks and says he shouldn't have come back. Now, his goal is to get back to Florida. But for the moment, he's going to endure the winter, spending most of it in the Haven of Rest--a home not conducive to his comfort in solitude.

Remember that on October 15, Project Homeless Connect 5k Run/Walk "On Water" event takes place at Summit Lake Community Center. The race raises money to fund Project Homeless Connect, which will be held May 8, 2012. Operation Homeless Connect is a one-day, one-stop event designed to provide access to housing, services, and hospitality for people experiencing homelessness, loss of income, or financial difficulty.

What city are we in?

2011-09-29T04:06:00.001-07:00

With the help of 2 welcome guests we set out on a night a little different in a good way.

With friends Katie and Chris who were documenting for the Eutopia Report we set out like we do Wednesday night.

Here are some of the details...

3 vets, 1 rook
Kevin would rather "live in the bible than in the bottle" - words to not take lightly
He works for a Brubaker
Jimmy has a mean head of "teased" hair
Lindsay and John are brother and sister
Ace always has something to say
Kevin lost his glasses
Perch is not so well and in the hospital (fell and cracked his head)
Monty spells his name with a y
Lindsay and Alex take dance lessons in alleys
Jim Bronco got a good night sleep for the first time since he was a teenager
Even visitors to Akron know where the Art Museum is at
Don't trip over signage and break expensive camera equipment

Doodely Doo

2011-09-22T03:43:00.000-07:00

A full crew of HOPEsters embraced the night and embraced our friends with smiles and positivity.

We located yet another tent city in another secluded natural setting. There we met Suni. Originally from Thailand, Suni has called the U.S. home for decades and currently lives hidden away, nearly forgotten.

If anybody needs to know how to get to the Polsky Building, there are people standing outside its walls who can tell you.

Question: Ever seen 3 grown men sitting comfortably in a living room watching Four Weddings and a Funeral?

All growns up

2011-09-15T03:42:00.000-07:00

Last night marked our 2 year anniver- sary. Two years ago, the crew of pioneers ventured out, clueless about what to expect. After some adventuresome driving near the railroad tracks, we met Perez, sitting comfy with his sleeping bag. We spent a long time with Perez, talking about some of his difficulties, but mainly he inspired us with his positive talk.

A year later, we found ourselves along the same tracks. A figure appeared from under the over-pass. Perez once again! We hadn't seen him for a year, and he appeared to us on our 1st anniversary. Again, we enjoyed a friendly talk.

Last night, without a thought about Perez in our minds, we traveled the same tracks. A crouched figure came into view. Could it be? Was it him! Nah, it couldn't. But, alas, it was. Another anniversary, another couple of minutes with our friend Perez.

Speechless? Flabbergasted? Nah, more like just plain happy.

Sent from my iPad

2011-09-08T04:18:00.001-07:00

An early start allowed us to venture to some different spots downtown we have not been to in a while but we didn't find anyone home. On our way out we ran into Flynn and had some good conversation and found out some good news he was heading out to Bath to get a place finally. We hope it works out.

After the time with Perch and Flynn the rest of the night flew by. An absolute blur. We seemed to fit everywhere else in 45 minutes.

A good crew of students with a little last minute shuffling around but a much better presence than the week before. 2 new faces and some regulars.

Stay tuned to the same channel.

Spark Plug's Opus

2011-09-01T03:51:00.000-07:00

Edited excerpt from Spark Plug's pencil:

"Mr. Horinger said, 'Don't go on relation- ships with these guys, or ask to dances because they won't follow through,' and then he stopped and said, 'Wait, now they are starting to be like mini(enter desired name)s.' Then Mr. Milo told Rachel to come by his room before 7:00am and (enter desired name) will be there so she can meet (enter desired name) and have champagne and cheese, and Mr. Horinger also said, 'Do you like to cook?' and she said, "Yes." Then, Mr. Horinger said, "Perfect. (enter desired name) likes to eat."

On a more serious note (sort of):

"We stopped in the alleyway in the parking deck where we saw Michael, Alan and Evelyn and Gertrude. Evelyn went up to Mr. Horinger dancing on the van and started dancing with him. Then Mr. Milo interrupted her and asked her to open a plastic bag and said, 'It takes skill,' and then she rejoined dancing with Mr. Horinger."

'Coons Keep Out!

2011-08-25T04:38:00.000-07:00

The complexity of each night is an uneasy wonder. We have friends in many conditions and needs. Some battle the hunger and annoyance of feisty raccoons in the woods. Some battle the intentionally turned heads of passersby too disgusted to help. Some live in a house, yet battle their own brains. Some live in doorways, always in search of more blankets. Some call us for help and others are more recluse. Some are joyous, dancing down the street. Some are bitter, struggling with persistent evils. There's no single greeting and there's no blanket phrase of comfort. This is the light and dark of Project HOPE.

Thank God for Grace Park

2011-08-18T03:38:00.000-07:00

We had some lovely donations tonight. Mrs. Lovell helped us some as well as the lunch ladies. Help like this keeps the HOPEsters going strong. We are few tonight, but school is about to start, so some helpful hands are staying home, trying to wring out the last few droplets of summer.

Thanks to Mrs. Braman, we delivered a sleeping bag to Gertrude so that she could get it to Bear. His trash bags of blankets were stolen from his stoop next door to St. Bernard's.

The boys at Grace Park joked with us and we enjoyed their company. It was a great, relaxed way to end the night.

Puny Little Troll

2011-08-11T04:35:00.000-07:00

Met Monty Conty the Browns Fan outside the Akron Art Museum.

We u-turned our way to catch up with a passing James the Clock. He was finishing a thousand calorie burrito, and was considering whether or not to sit down for a while.

We were flagged down by Butch as we passed Grace Park, so we stopped, and the light hearted Butch kept calling out that he needed food because the rapture might come at any time. His mood soon changed.

Jimmy gave Milo the business at Mamma's, and Mickey did as well.

We got stopped on Main and pulled up to Cascade and Tammy explained about good and bad Catholics. We luckily fit in the former category.

Allen and Milo had the same paper to show each other.

"BBQin" on High Street

2011-08-04T04:54:00.001-07:00

We caught sight of Tony walking along South Street. His state was un- fortunate, but I think we pulled through for him.

Soon after we found Gina and Bear along the tracks by the transit station. They seemed in good spirits, although Bear was suddenly bald. Bear assured us that St. Bernard's posted fliers that our location changed.

We found a new tent in the woods, but no residents. Perch was out of place and Ray seemed a little bitter.

Bill spoke highly of his Cindy and challenged all of us to cycling competitions.

We watched Bug lick Mittens clean, leaving her looking like she laid out during a thunderstorm.

We moved our operation from St. Bernard's to Cascade Plaza. Not too many friends showed, so we're thinking of moving our operation to Grace Park.

The Clock

2011-07-28T05:03:00.000-07:00

How about makin' 3-somethin' a pound by tearing off the outer casing of yards of wire in order to collect the copper inside? This is Clock's primary means of income. Tedious and boring work, as he admits, but pretty good money. Dumpster diving has provided him with nearly eight pounds of wire.

Stevie Ray enlightened the students with talk of dimension folding and reality slipping, all of which reached far beyond my understanding of the mortal world.

Some doggies visited us at St. Bernard's and made the gathering a fun spectacle.

Check out this article regarding the discussion on the debt ceiling: Economist, The struggle to eat.

Oops.

2011-07-21T05:15:00.000-07:00

Venturing into the other world...

Which way to the Art Museum

2011-07-14T04:50:00.000-07:00

We turned the corner onto Broadway, revealing a large population of hungry friends. "Wow. That's a lot of friends." Sometimes it's better to be popular than others. Did we have enough food? We made only sandwiches filled with peanut butter and jelly. Would this be the end for Project HOPE? Would we find ourselves foodless and our thumbs in our mouths? Lucky for us, we were donated the Luce Potatoes. This might assist with the flow, dividing the friends into two groups. Horinger and Milo took the back of the van, armed with calm and smiles. Some students positioned themselves on the flanks with the potatoes and broccoli, others played hostess and host, engaging in conversation. We managed to provide for each friend and spend some time with the usual laughs and joy. Hmmm, they should have written a Bible parable like this.

Purple Gloves

2011-07-07T04:39:00.000-07:00

Armed with purple gloves, the HOPEsters prepared better than usual peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Not much more needs said* about this night, but I'll provide a few snippets...

Ray informed us that their campsite was ransacked. All the electronics were stolen. Word spreads quickly through the woods, as Perch and the boys had already been alerted to the deviance and the possible culprit.

We met Lucky the dog back in the woods. Mark saved him from a bad neighborhood and left him in the care of Perch and Bob. Lucky seemed quite happy to have a new home and he joyfully walked back with us to the van.

At Mama's we sang Happy Birthday to her grandson. Now he's a teenager! We also met Howard Carter who knew Mr. Anderson through Civil War reenactments. Interestingly enough, Howard just so happened to have some photos of himself with Mr. Anderson dressed in full Union gear.

*it is common Midwest lexicon to drop the "to be" from phrases like "needs said" or "needs washed"

Black Coffee, White Ferret

2011-07-01T04:57:00.000-07:00

Excited like the coffee grounds flavoring the con- versation of a campsite. A haggard, yet welcomed, ghost sits comfortably in the arms of friends. Propositions build makeshift swords, and the masked furs torment. 9-Volts, Ds? Nah, double-A's, of course. Gizmo returns as if nothing ever happened. Ransacked on a city sidewalk. Potatoes, noodles, green beans sometimes, though not always, satisfy the want. Nourishment of the belly disappears. Nourishment of the soul continues. 15 minutes becomes 25. Jimmy Wilson lives.

i-Pad Mad

2011-06-23T17:58:00.000-07:00

On our way to the Blue Bridge, we spotted Dean and Cody hauling some firewood to their campsite. We followed them and met up with their roommates Ray and Robbie. We enjoyed a little picnic under the Blue Bridge--pie included!

We continued on the path and discovered a shortcut to Perch's Path. Very exciting indeed.

Tonight the i-Pad made its maiden voyage, filming reflections and taking pictures of ourselves with our buddies. It even managed the Internet at St. Bernard's, which was a true necessity, seeing as how wee needed to engage in some research about Dennis Rodman.

Baby Bottoms

2011-06-16T04:19:00.001-07:00

Spider tat and a sewn side,
Sobriety jungle and extremely cordial,
Laugh and smile, cringe and worry,
Sometimes the night seems mysteriously blurry.

Casper's red at St. Bernard's,
Mosquitoes interrupt, Kimse the pup,
190lbs and an empty belly,
This is an awful lot of peanut butter and jelly.

Friendships beat Groceries

2011-06-10T13:21:00.000-07:00

Far from the Akron center, deep in the woods live an ever- growing number of people. They're mostly shunned by society. When they emerge from the woods to the streets, the expressions on people's faces make them feel little, so the woods are a comfort away from judgement. The kids pictured don't bring judgement into the woods with them. Instead, they bring open minds and hearts, and they listen to the people who welcome us into their homes. There are no masks here, and there's no need for any. Everybody on these Wednesday nights sees everybody else as an equal and a friend. All is quite a refreshing breath. Pure acceptance. Pure freedom. Pure humanity.

Watch for moving traffic

2011-06-01T04:32:00.000-07:00

First, there's no need to drive around a stopped car to race across the train tracks. Just sayin'.

We yelled out and then caught up to Dean who was walking the tracks back to his campsite. After his wife kicked him out, he walked to his uncle's, but there was no room. That's left him in the woods and short stints in jail. There's a growth behind his eye, but he brushes it off as if it's nothing more than a mole.

We stopped by Bronco's where we met a lively Dirk who excitedly showed us his ever-increasing number of tattoos, including the Gaelic design on his calf. We joked about his comment about the picture of Mr. Horinger on the tracks.

Also present was Robbie, an '83 graduate of Hoban. He told us to keep on the path we're on and told me to stick to studying so I get into a good college--I needed his advice 19 years ago.

Oh, and "if ya don't feel gorgeous, you don't look gorgeous."

Sharon' is Karen'

2011-05-26T03:51:00.001-07:00

Dark clouds loomed in the distance, waiting to move in for the kill. We drove on, keeping one eye on the clouds and one on the roads.

We stopped and handed Malvin a bag, but he and his Rolling Stones were more interested in cash. He needed $50 for rent, we hand none. We dreamed of Arizona together.

The clouds grew larger and we traveled in their direction. We parked at the edge of the woods and Karen shouted from her Mary-protected house. "I got some blankets for the guys, do you want to take 'em?" She handed us an enormous bag of warm and comfortable goodies, and like Santa Claus, I threw the load over my should and hiked into the greenery.

We spent some time with Perch, Bob and Senior and complained about the mosquitoes.

I received a text message about a storm, and then the tornado sirens sounded. "What do you do with a group of high school students in the woods when a tornado comes?" I asked myself. The tents looked a bit unfit for protection from high winds, so we trucked it back to the van.

The clouds had made their move. Darkness surrounded us and began to close in. Text message, phone call, text message, phone call, the voices of warning weighed heavy with distress.

Atop the Hoban hill, we watched the storm settle above us and let loose. An hour or so later, Mr. Horinger and I drove back out with some bags stuffed in our cars. We pulled into St. Bernard's. Good thing, too. A crowd waited.

"Got any socks? Mine are soaked?"

I turned to my car hoping that socks would magically appear. Nothing. "I had them in the van. If it wasn't for the storm, I'd have socks."

"If it wasn't for the storm, I wouldn't be wet."

The Mamas and the Papas

2011-05-18T06:31:00.000-07:00

Sometimes you're driving home from a night of Project Hope and you wonder to yourself, "What just happened." Well, that was last night.

We ended the night at Mama's. To any HOPE veteran that would say it all.

It started with a long and muddied trek through the woods and across the tracks and over the hills and through the woods and across the other tracks and over a couple more hills. Alas, we found the tent village of Perch.

Here we meet Bill and his bloodied face. He stumbles from the tent and lets loose unguarded honesty and vulnerability. The drink is the only way to soften the pain of his wife's death. There is another equally sobering confession to my left, and I try to listen in on both conversations. Bill acknowledges the booze won't answer any questions or pull him from his misery. "I'm crazy. I know I'm going crazy," he says in reference to still talking to his wife. To my left, stories of horrific Vietnam War memories wrench at my ear.

Pain and sorrow rule in this little village of tents. As usual, we hope to wash that away for a bit. We listen and offer reassurance.

"You guys don't judge. God Bless you," Bill says, and by the end of the night, he's warmed up to us to the point that he's cracking jokes and smiling.

It's a rough night emotionally for all involved. But challenges such as tonight provide us with the experiences necessary to find answers for the future so that we can take action and make a positive difference in someone's life.

Back Sweat Neck Tatt

2011-05-12T07:58:00.000-07:00

From Ellen's Pen:

We met Bill on his yellow 12 speed bike and he is saying it is killing him, he says he is used to an 18 speed and his sister gave him this one after his Ford bike was stolen at BK when he went in to get a cup of coffee and some lunch. Later, someone found his Ford emblem but not his bike. His previous bike was decorated with a speedometer and lights and he bought another one, but later went back to his trusty Ford bike. He also said he's frightened of heights when he fell off a ladder into sand and a guy said, "Are you okay?" and he replied, "I just got here."

Jake said he wants to try it so Bill says. "I'll take you to a high level bridge and get a bungee chord and push you over. he also said he's been over waterfalls in a barrel or canoe and likes bike races.

Mr Horinger starts walking down into the woods looking for more people and Alex and Tejas go down after him. Then they come up and Mr. Horinger twists around too much and falls flat on his back on the ground and Mr. Milo says, "We should eat him, " and Bill says, "We should fry him and cook him..."

"Nobody gets there on the easy trail."

2011-05-10T03:55:00.000-07:00

Part 5 of another series by Alan Schumacher

The evening was winding down as we approached St. Bernards. Fifth stop. Awaiting us was a single digit crowd. I spotted this slouched man off to the side when everyone seemed to be taken care of with a story. Joe was reserved as he spooned out the warm soup. Not social, but he wasn't in a rush. Sunken in the face, his eyes holding back a lot of emotions. They spoke out and told me of a tough life, regret unfortunately slipping into the back of the mind, terrorizing himself. The seemingly forced conversation, on my part, consisted of awkward intervals between each question I delivered. Vague, or not, he answered politely to aid a collected background. No confidence in his voice, Joe was thirty. I was caught off guard by the number because he looked older. Must be the built up stress, must have been through a lot. He was born in San Diego, with no memory of the place because Akron would be where he was raised. Said his mother brought him here as an infant, due to work. No father mentioned in the dialogue. Joe didn't describe interest in any sports, said he had blown out his knee sophomore year playing football, but the passion given up on. Figured out that he went to three schools in high school. Joe attended Norton freshman year, Green sophomore year, and finished his educational career at Ellet. Supposedly, Norton was his favorite because that was when he received the least suspensions. Joe got caught up in a lot of drama and engaged in fights, as defense to broken loyalty. "One thing led to another." Joe said this with a smirk his lips would cover, he produced no smiles. The advice to look after yourself because you can only control you, not trusting anyone, the mistake of worrying about others opinion, brought about brief emotion. Water was beginning to form in his eyes, but Joe quickly found a detour in fighting the feeling back. He didn't want to show that side, to open up, he was following his advice not to trust me. Though, continued to show signs of opening up. Joe didn't attend college, but said he took a random, three month, trip to Alaska after high school. "Just to get away." No specifications on what he was running from or the events he experienced on the trip. Then at twenty-two, Joe hit me without the contact. No details involved, but told me he had witnessed his friend commit suicide by walking in front of a train. I said nothing as shock seeped in. How could you recover from that? The helpless thought that you could have prevented the incident, it's awful. For seven years he apparently didn't speak about what happened, it was too hard for his chest, and bottled up the despair. I was touched because that would mean recently is when he has been able to murmur of the time. He was trying to cope with something unforgettable. Joe would proceed to say, with a threatening smile, he has a six year old daughter. A blessing, he had something to live for. He was unsure of his living situation, or didn't want to let me gain such information. I imagined, by our conversation, things weren't easy for Joe. Things were definitely left out in his responses, but you got the picture. Joe had handled scenarios poorly in his life and was struggling. He had made mistakes and endured bad experiences, seen terrible sights. The last thing he had to say was that nothing comes easy and to work for what you want. Well, I learned a great deal and knew I didn't want to be giving that advice down the road from Joe's shoes. Couldn't help but feel appreciation for what I had, either. Oh, how spoiled I am compared to the hard time of men like Joe. I was blessed to meet him. I won't forget the encounter.

"Keep it real."

2011-05-09T03:54:00.000-07:00

Part 4 of another series by Alan Schumacher

Fourth stop. N. College Street is where we brake, I know where I am. Tonight, there is no birthday celebration. The house we park in front of and apartments are in view of Grace Park across the street. Coincidentally, as the park provides the gift of leisure and satisfaction, our objective is to bring favor to the people eager at the site of our van. The person standing out tonight was Jimmy. "Hard Life, brother, and don't forget it." He had the first two words tattooed onto his knuckles. The ink was imprinted when he was fourteen. Oh, and he happened to be on heroine, at the time. Yeah, only fourteen. I still can't comprehend that. Jimmy has been battling drug addiction and abuse throughout his life. Still drinking alcohol, as he slurred his speech, but in the recent year he has kept sober from drugs. Nothing I could imagine, it must of been a tough transition. A wooden cross on his chest, Jimmy asks if I have a problem that it is "cheap." No, I don't. That's good in Jimmy's eyes because you don't have to have pricey jewelry to have faith, or to find God, and he is right. I was also informed that Jimmy has two sons, only one he is close to. The other has been in a coma for twenty-two years. Yeah, that catches a person off guard. Said he doesn't visit, it's too emotional. "Technically, he's alive in your world, but dead in mine." Well, how would you feel if you were in his shoes? Obvious pain caused from this coming off of Jimmy's defensive face. Yet, he insists I know nothing of him and if I have a problem, "We can handle it." He breathes toughness, no questioning it. No laughing allowed, either, Jimmy gives this serious impression. You know, he's right. I was only informed on some brief facts about him and able to be involved in one short conversation, if it even was a conversation. I know some things, but very little of Jimmy. I don't know how he got caught up in drugs, the reasoning behind it, or the emotional tolls he has taken. I don't know his family or background. Neither does anyone who judges people like Jimmy. He was a heroine addict so he must be a bad person, right? No, we know nothing.

"Y'all in college?"

2011-05-08T03:51:00.000-07:00

Part 3 of another series by Alan Schumacher

On Power Street, a section of newer apartments was built for Akron U. I usually drive through the area on Brown en route to school, behind the common view. In the shadows is a structure built of lesser value. The home of Devin. Third stop, for me. He possessed a genuine smile with a nervous glare simultaneously racing in excitement. Rachel, John, and myself were the only ones to visit. While delivering a Project Hope concoction we learned that Devin was eighteen, a junior at Garfield, and played football. He asked if we were in college, not thinking we could possibly be in the same grade. Not sure if it was our gestures, tone, appearance, or posture. I was humbled, though, by his instant respect society certainly isn't so quick to present. We were supposed to look down on Devin. Oh, he came from worse conditions and went to a less competitive school so we were above him. Well, everyone should stop hanging onto image, onto materials. Devin couldn't help how he grew up or where he lived, just like any teenager. Arrogance didn't corrupt our nerves. Told him, to his surprise, that we were juniors, too. We just had the fortune to come from a different setting, to attend a more competitive school. He acknowledged that he knew some students at Hoban, even related to one. The reality is that Devin is our peer. We are all taking a journey, seeking happiness, just granted different roads to begin our travel. My gratitude should be above average, but I wasn't above Devin. Both human, the factors in the equation being the difference nobody controls. Society shouldn't jump to conclusions, but make more solutions to aid the less fortunate.

South and Grant

2011-05-07T03:48:00.000-07:00

Part 2 of another series by Alan Schumacher

The corner of a bp station was the location. This was an unintentional second stop. Random and brief, we met Randy. Well, life can't always be planned and impacts can happen in the blink of an eye. Mr. Milo's spotting of this haggard gentleman aroused the good intention. Parked in the station, Mr. Milo introduced himself as the two met behind our van. I happened to be sitting in the back. As the latch was opened I was able to introduce myself. Cookies, chips, and a bare bagel was our gesture. Lucky to find a cheap paint job or two, homeless, Randy was thankful. The feeling of guilt emerges, as it should with others, because I know I've let dates expire on these small snacks in the past. Randy proceeded to say, "Ain't nobody messier than me." It was spoken in a tone of hidden sorrow with a faint laugh to follow. He must of felt unique by his personality, by his appearance. The personality of a hungry human as he graciously started to devour the bare bagel. It's not abnormal wanting to eat when hunger rustles the stomach. Uncertainty filled the thought of next meal, as well, leaving no fill. It's not abnormal wanting to eat when hunger rustles the stomach. The appearance of someone handling personal hard time, sound unfamiliar? We all have our individual downs. Unlike Randy felt, not involved in a phase pointed up, more people should know there are bigger messes out there. We didn't get any gas, but fueled someone's evening. Homeless people are among us, poverty exists. Help clean the "mess." If more people recognized this and were compelled to assist, that would be unique.

"Spanky, get over here."

2011-05-06T03:43:00.000-07:00

Part 1 of another series by Alan Schumacher

The stationary RV could be passed as a tailgate vehicle for the Cleveland Browns. It was the home of Mr. Lucas, instead. Mozart and Spanky are his company. Both smaller sized dogs, of the same breed, with a white coat. No longer fury creatures, they were sporting new haircuts. The two pets are synonymous to the volleyball in Cast Away, the movie, but with four legs and very real. If Cast Away hasn't crossed your theater, Wilson, the volleyball, is Tom Hanks best friend. Fellowship is the theme. "As long as I'm here...As long as their here." Mr. Lucas affectionately sighed these words explaining the aided survival of the three involved in an overlooked lifestyle. A bond bringing love to the eyes. Yeah, even a person society deeming unequal visibly feeling this emotion for his companions. Strange? No, more along normal lines. Strange is the view that this man is different than those comfortably living. I'm talking about in the human sense. Mr. Lucas "saved up" to provide a haircut to his best friends. That's no stress for the comfortably living and a project for this man. The act shows he cares for them. People's superiority overriding their beat, more sound coming from the smaller voices. False generalizations among our population thrown at an innocent catcher. This judgmental fastball is pitched with the heat of ignorance. I was struck by a curve ball that spins equality into my head. Doubters become witnessed as the "unintelligent" provided a lesson. Thanks Mr. Lucas.

May 4

2011-05-04T10:18:00.000-07:00

Sometimes the greatest stops during Project HOPE are off the cuff. We spotted Randy flying a sign in the distance. We quickly turned the van around and stopped to greet him. He expressed genuine appreciation, emphasized by his Texan talk. We handed him some chips and cookies and a cup of soup. He smiled a lot and then walked off to the garage where he is staying.

We met a couple younger friends tonight. It's hard to accept someone at the age of 18 with no one--no one to look after him, no one to share moments with. Of no fault of his own, he lives alone with a difficult path ahead of him. From a religious standpoint, where is our Christianity when this is allowed to exist in our community? From a patriotic standpoint, where is our support for our American countrymen?

Urban Plunge

2011-04-28T04:33:00.000-07:00

Mr. Horinger toured some Hoban students during their Spring Break on an urban plunge Monday to Wednesday.

The group lived on the streets, attending soup kitchens, riding the Metro, and visiting little tent villages around Akron.

The urban plunge culminated with a night out with Project HOPE.

So now I'll take the time to embarrass our friend Denny:

Elizabeth English: "Long time no see!"

Denny wonders if that's good or bad. Elizabeth says that she misses him already. Denny laughs. He goes on to talk about his girlfriend, Latricia, who everyone calls "Sis."

Mr. Milo makes a joke that Denny is dating is own sister.

In other news, never step on someone's mulched lawn when trying to assist with carrying babies into the house. Bad move. Trust us.

Life's a Bic...Write your own future.

2011-04-21T03:40:00.000-07:00

Short staffed but Dirk came through with an amazing pot of delicious soup to help warm the souls on this frigid Spring night.

John Paradise (tonight's scribe): My go to guy is Tom...when it come to Bernard's. He's a friendly (?) and I enjoy talking to him. Tom has been living in a warehouse through the winter and was recently robbed of most of his belongings. He just got a new tent and is waiting until the weather warms up to move outside."

There's a lot of waiting out there, waiting for the foliage to fill in. Once there's greenery out there, our friends can start re-populating the wooded areas of Akron--land they were kicked off of last Fall. At the moment, however, the cold remains.

Also, check out the DIY benches in San Francisco.

"St. Bernard"

2011-04-15T05:40:00.004-07:00

Nearing the end of our excursion, one of the prettiest Church's in the area is viewed as an ugly settling of poverty. At this point, my heart is running into unknown terrain joyously. Discrimination no more. We come into this situation with the same objective: To liven up the sad scene. To give people hope. To help our brothers and sisters alike. To let them vent and to make positive suggestions God would want us to give. To repair the attitude because these people walk around in despair. When everything gains closure it's God guiding us. The feeling burns within. I see the problem of these people roaming around mindlessly drunk with sorrow. Their filters have been skewed a bit, but we take on their burdens anyway. Everyone comprehends that we gain the most from our experience in a field. We attempt to cleanse the filth of society. We are going against the soundless hearts and empty beings who declare poverty as a cancer that can't be helped so why try? On Project Hope it's more of a mutual feeling of why not? It's this inescapable urge that our faith lures us into. This lure isn't into any dark pit, but the contrary. The opposing side being pure happiness. The underdogs of the fight encircle the challenge. As the pessimist would say, it's a lost cause while the underdogs continue to encircle the impossible task relentlessly. Our faith was showing the way to us which was kind of an overwhelming sentiment felt by myself, especially since this was my first Wednesday night expedition with Mr. Horinger and Mr. Milo. As the others were compelled to serve another evening, I was embracing the service, as well. It was the first time I didn't feel guilty for delaying my homework and bed time. If I felt guilty of anything it was not tagging along sooner on previous Wednesday night travel. It's an amazing being able to depart something with no regret, knowing your time and energy couldn't of been spent better.

Part 6 of Alan Schumacher's HOPE Chronicles.

"The Village of Furnace Street"

2011-04-15T05:40:00.003-07:00

Never would of guessed that just a minute or two from Luigi's was an abandoned camp ground for the homeless. It was dichotomy versus prosperity less than a mile apart. It was also a struggle between your conscience and the left side of your chest. This isn't really a battle, though, more like a lesson. Another provoked realization. In the past while you were devouring Luigi's pizza and puzzling over your sweet dessert there were haggard people staking used tents on empty stomachs. Oh, and they longed for even a slice of bread as you munched ungratefully on an unlimited surplus. Lingering in a comfortable enough chair while under a steady roof, lack of appreciation is sinful. Blind no more. The puzzle's pieces now formed is a reality check at its finest.

Part 5 of Alan Schumacher's HOPE Chronicles.

"Happy Birthday"

2011-04-15T05:40:00.001-07:00

I'm unsure of the exact location, but it was our fourth visit. Cele- bration. No, not time to celebrate the recently learned stories and personal realizations, but a birthday. Two. One male and one female. Can't come up with the names, but I could tell the man was on the verge of tears. It was the first time I've witnessed a grown man tear up in the presence of his birthday cake. It wasn't a child's cry that he or she didn't get the gift mom and dad forgot on Christmas, too. This man didn't need a gift in the special Superman wrapping paper. His wish list was completed with recognition from anyone, even along with a terribly pitched song. That's all both of them needed was someone to act like they cared. We spiced up the atmosphere with our original flavor; love. All this going on, with a capacity of 14, in an already crammer living room, a person with a vacant heart wouldn't and couldn't understand. We made the pair's night, perhaps week, and brightened a family's dim mood. An experience I wish to remember. Then there was the scene taking place in the front yard of our little shindig. More people happy to see us, maybe even happier than Ellen, A.K.A. Sparkplug, is to pass out bags. More people eager to see a pair of ears ready to listen, or to find their next meal and proceed to another search for vital resources. Misfortune can happen to anyone so goods shouldn't be taken for granted. The ignorance is baffling. Ultimately, we go in with a cause to help others and this assistance aids us more.

Part 4 of Alan Schumacher's HOPE Chronicles.

"It's In My Bag"

2011-04-15T04:48:00.000-07:00

Third Stop. While passing out goods it was either this title as a response or something along the lines of, "Oh man, Colgate, alright!" Spoken with complex excitement. On a sunny evening, people, of the same creation, received gifts thankfully, but sorrow was still held on uneasy stances and blank faces. Reginal, Kenny, AJ, and Henry were among these citizens. Yes, AJ, with his intriguing tale of being born in New York, to being imprisoned in Florida, to arriving in Akron with God in his heart-no explanation in between- had touched me along with the others. They seemed hopeful and hopeless at the same time. It was another contradiction. No, I'm not talking about a Starburst where the contradiction is merely in the moment of taste. I'm talking of a more elaborate contradiction that has to do with life. This world being affected is more serious than a moment conflicted by minor confusion. Again, I was helping the poor and filth of society with a thank you supposed to be directed at me, right? No, because these people gave me much more.They informed me on this contradiction of being simultaneously hopeful and hopeless. This allows me to view my life more appropriately. My hope outweighed any hopelessness by a large margin. More passionately and appreciative I had a desire to attain goals with no resistance. For this, the filth of society, had allowed a simultaneous sensation to be exposed toward my benefit. For this, I was the thankful one.

Part 3 of Alan Schumacher's HOPE Chronicles.

"I Ain't Got No Lighter?"

2011-04-14T09:15:00.001-07:00

For most it's no lighter, no problem. This theme was foreign to Perch. Yet, under a bridge or lurking in the trees you would have a different perspective, too. The theme, just like Mr. Lucas demonstrated by gripping his drivers wheel, was territorial. Or protective. In other words, these two men looked after their possessions more closely than most. They had a stronger appreciation for their belongings, minor or valuable. So, with that thought, when Mr. Horinger and Mr. Milo announced to Perch that he would be separated from his only lighter he gave a disgruntled face. Separation meant the possibility of the item being lost. This item happened to be his lighter. Why is that a big deal? Well, when you have next to nothing, add the inclination of appreciation with the fear of losing anything else, why wouldn't it be a big deal? You would have to produce a well pondered argument, but I would bet against the desire to prove it worthy of a lesser deal to a guy like Perch. Just witnessing his struggle causes a person to reflect. It causes you to realize how much you have, even if you think that amount is minimal. It causes you to be grateful for the love and support that comes along with being apart of Hoban. It inspires a thank you to guys like Perch and Mr. Lucas instead of vice versa. The feeling is difficult to describe, but very welcomed.

Part 2 of Alan Schumacher's HOPE Chronicles.

Mozart Needs A Walk

2011-04-14T08:54:00.000-07:00

On our first adventure, we collide with Mr. Lucas and his two dogs; Mozart and Spanky. Man's friendliest two companions are the only company to tag along with Mr. Lucas on his interesting journey. I didn't say a word to him and I could feel the need for a more variety of visitors to interact with vibrating off of his skin. I just observed. The line is very thin. Understandably, with experience in divorce, Mr. Lucas seemed unable to really trust anyone at this time. Anything to get a dime though. Nonetheless everyone needs some affection which his desire didn't lack. What was undesirable were his daily routines which were elevated simply by my presence. All I had to do was stand there. Imagine having nothing but a broken down RV and two fury creatures to interact with. Imagine that being one of your present classmates down the road having nothing. It's a piercing feeling. A moment of miniature enlightenment. Mr. Lucas was guarding enough to stay in his RV, but gracefully took the snacks we prepared. This along with his desire to be shown affection created an unnecessary contradiction in this man's life. It was just so unfortunate. It warmed the insides. Compelled me to go out there and help others in his similar situation, as well. A call for help I didn't dial wanted to be answered.

Part 1 of Alan Schumacher's HOPE Chronicles.

Also, take some time to read about Jeffrey Heller's work helping refugees win asylum in the United States.

HOPEsters call for help

2011-04-07T11:55:00.000-07:00

We're looking for donations of plastic grocery bags. Project HOPE places its sandwiches, chips and cookies into plastic bags as a means to best distribute the food to our friends. We use many each Wednesday night and would love some if you happen to have any at home. You may bring the bags in to Mr. Horinger or Mr. Milo.

In a complete contradiction, Project HOPE would ask that you adopt a habit of bringing your own bag to the market as a means of lessening the waste of plastic bags and the unfortunate environmental impact they have. Or perhaps you could decline a bag for small purchases that do not require plastic assistance.

Project HOPE would also like to adopt such a policy if you have any suggestions for us.

Allen!

2011-04-05T09:57:00.001-07:00

It's 10:03pm, washing dishes, Mr. Horinger and Mr. Milo reflect...

Allen at St. Bernard's. It must be Spring. The Haven of Rest hibernation is over.

Drivin' backward down a muddied forest path. Jimmy sits solo on a cinder block, his back to us.

Bear tells Milo his joke is funny. Milo feels good but slightly disappointed since everyone heard it before.

Jim-Jam in great spirits, shows off his tattoos. Dirk does the same with a couple new gems.

Brownie speaks candlestick French. Luce speaks high-pitched Gingy.

This is bone-sawing fun.

Spring Snow

2011-03-31T06:02:00.000-07:00

Lesson #1 – Do not flick off a cop while j-walking across the street.

Lesson #2 – Once you go to jail you know who’s your buddy and who’s your pal.

A sampling of some of the talk going on at different times during the night. There is always a constant reminder that some of our friends we have come to know and love are coming from different walks of life. A life many of us will never know or understand. We continue to try and offer an ear to listen and be someone they are able to vent some frustration, or to simply just talk. We don’t know what to expect going out Wednesday night but we do know it is life without safety guards or censorship.

Mama’s birthday is coming up soon on April 13th and Mick is celebrating his on April 9th

3/23

2011-03-24T04:50:00.000-07:00

It finally seems Max is warming up to some people as time goes on. He still carries a fierce bark though…buyer beware.

Been impressed with the superb string of entries into the book the last few weeks and tonight is no different.

Conversations were all over the place tonight with thoughts of Alaska and the great outdoors, the true meaning behind the Wizard of Oz, acquaintances and teachers from high school, and Tom of course with his preoccupation with cows and their udders.

In the words of Braden, “He spoke the truth. Overall it was a great night. I met a lot of amazing people…St. Bernard’s was a great experience. I’m very happy with my decision about going.”

Married Today, Jail Tomorrow

2011-03-17T03:51:00.000-07:00

It's a different world. One we can't understand. Different realities and norms exist in this world. A different equation of cause and effect. A heightened state of awareness; senses on guard. We might see this world as warped or wrong, when really it's just as real as our own. In this world, we are ignorant and useless creatures to be left behind; a Social Darwinian treasure.

From the outside, we look at this world and scoff. We dismiss the people inside as we shake our head and roll our eyes in arrogant superiority. We treat it as television fiction, rooting and booing. But this world is real, and we don't understand it.

Enter it for a moment. Take a bite. See how it tastes. How will you react after you touch it? Until then, smother your judgments and embrace humility.

Homes for the Homeless?

2011-03-10T03:56:00.000-08:00

Project HOPE focuses on establishing bonds between the Hoban students and our friends on the streets. We strive to bring joy and understanding during the few hours we spend in downtown Akron on Wednesday nights. At the same time, we've gone beyond Wednesday and have met up with our friends on other days for other events or help.

We've encountered several people over the last couple of years who made their way off the streets and into apartments or houses. Services do exist, but is there a program that's better than others?

Building housing for the homeless. Is this an answer? Common Ground in New York City has recently taken on that challenge. See the building of the Hegeman. Hear a related story about housing the homeless in San Diego.

Pebbles

2011-03-03T03:40:00.000-08:00

Nailed it with the first try. Reedy appeared at his second story window, alerted to our presence thanks to a luckily thrown pebble. He welcomed us in and gave us the grand tour of his apartment. Thanks to the VA, Reedy escaped the cold of living in a tent this winter.

He showed us a picture of he and Perch sitting outside their tent by the tracks, a reminder of his days living homeless.

We snapped a picture, and he asked if there was anything we could do to help him spice up the joint. One might mistake Reedy as a committed believer of Feng Shui, but the easy mobility throughout his apartment is really due to the fact that he has no furniture, save a chair and television.

If anybody has or knows of a table, chair, couch, or bed of any size that needs a home, Reedy would much appreciate it.

Raining Rigatoni

2011-02-24T04:04:00.000-08:00

Tommy called his ex. She hung up on him within five minutes. That was a bad thing. They were together for six years, and then the miscarriage happened. Everyone pointed fingers and blamed the other. Tensions rose and they split. Before that he was with another girl straight out of high school for seven years. They had a child who Tommy hasn't seen in two years--ever since he stumbled into homelessness. Other than that, Tommy lives pretty well. He has two homes, a tent in the woods and a spot in an abandoned building downtown. He just wants socks.

A night in Akron

2011-02-11T04:03:00.000-08:00

I return from a night in the cold,
Sunken faces and stories told.
I slink again back to my warm bed,
They retreat to lay on death's head.
Ordinary people, with ordinary lives,
Then the pain of wandering arrives.
Nothing, no comfort I can bring,
I don't understand this whole thing.
I merely reach out my hand,
And relate to a man who many misunderstand.
Days spent lost and nights on the street,
No warmth—frost finds his feet.
Looking into his dark brown eyes,
I find a blessing hidden in disguise:
How lucky we are,
To survive without such a scar,
And to know when the sun sets,
We sleep without pain's threats.

--Evan Luse

Sub-Zero vs. Johnny Cage

2011-02-10T03:46:00.000-08:00

"We all look like fat marshmallows. Tonight was rough for everyone. I think the weather really gets everyone down, but the little hope we can give them is worth the freezing cold feet and hands."--Allyssa Dziulaj, scribe

Try your hand at poverty by playing SPENT. Will you pay those hefty gas bills or fix your car?

Project HOPE, domesticated

2011-02-03T04:01:00.001-08:00

We stopped at the library and found Denny in his usual seat with his nose deep in another novel. He fit right in with the furniture; there wasn't much human about him apart from the occasional turn of the page. He sat bundled in layers of winter-wear, his face nearly drowning in his low ball cap, over-sized thick glasses, and untamed beard.

He jumped in my car, and I gave him a ride to St. Bernard's, where we found some other friends. Following a short discussion, Denny and I happily jumped back in my car, turned up the Strokes on the radio and drove home.

I gave Denny a back pack. He stuffed it full of new goodies and reorganized his old belongings. With the pack over his shoulder and another bag at his side, he trudged into the frozen woods. In an instant, he disappeared, blending into the black tree trunks that stood guard.

Plastic Bags Make Warm Toes

2011-01-27T05:23:00.000-08:00

One moment he's living it up in Florida; the next moment he's down-and-out in Akron suffering from bacterial meningitis.

One moment he graduated high school with a 4.0; the next September he found himself living in an abandoned building in downtown Akron.

One moment he's fighting for cause and country; later he's welcomed home in a tent by the railroad.

Ransack Beatbox

2011-01-20T03:59:00.000-08:00

You can walk the streets of the city and miss some of its most committed residents-- so committed they couldn't leave even if they wanted to. Down narrow alleys, snuggled tight in entryways, hidden within abandoned buildings, wrapped from head to toe in over-sized coats and layers of socks, these residents are the forgotten, the invisible. Realizing their existence is a discomfort. Realizing their pain is inconvenient. But no matter our attitude, they exist. They exist cold, hungry and broken. So we can either ignore for our sake, or acknowledge for all of humanity's.

Pie in the Face

2011-01-13T03:51:00.000-08:00

Tonight was mainly a night of rookie HOPE'sters and all shined brightly. The following are excerpts from the scribe book authored by Jordan.

"Mr. Lucas is really friendly. He used to go to Hoban...He was a normal guy and he just fell on hard times."

"We went to a house and we met one of the funniest guys ever: Jimmy. Jimmy was a heroin addict but was taken in by Mama and Papa. Jimmy's a really good guy. He cracks jokes on everyone all the time and tells you how it is...He goes to church every Saturday and Sunday. Jimmy used to live in the doorway of the church for 3 years."

"(Mr.) Horinger, as a joke of course, put a banana pie in Mama's face. Although I thought it was pretty messed up, she was really excited and happy when he did that."

"...we went to St. Bernard's and had an interesting conversation with Tom and Denny about...cows and rabbits...chacha'd...8 to 10."

"We also met Stanford, a new guy who also goes by Stan or Muscles because he lifts a lot."

New Coat, New Smile

2011-01-06T04:00:00.001-08:00

Two right gloves and many more warm coats. Warm noodles + warm smiles = warm bodies. New friends, old friends sharing in a post-Holiday chill. Reminisce, predict and ponder lives. A past full of innocent pastures of horses and goats; a future of puzzling concrete walls and ignoring passersby. A past of frustrating pressure and overwhelming stress; a future of loneliness and and endless questions. But tonight, for a few minutes, laugh and smile and forget.

Yuletide Cheer

2010-12-23T05:04:00.000-08:00

We talked sports with Mr. Lucas and he showed us his super-duper space heater--his van glowed like Rudolph's nose.

First we tried the barren parking lot. No one showed. We then figured to go in search of some of our friends. We had plenty to give, and we wanted to make sure all received their Christmas gifts. Over some hills and tracks, but no one.

We eventually found a large gathering at St. Bernard's--some faces we hadn't seen for a while. We had a good laugh, ate some marvelous soup, and stayed out a bit late just hanging out in the cold.

Click here the see the WAKR article on Project HOPE.

Beacon article on Mr. Flint, one of our more famous pals.

Last Night's Details

2010-12-16T06:25:00.001-08:00

Leave it up to Papa Bear to tell ya how it is. In his sage wisdom don't let cop cars stop you from driving down the road. With a quick clean and a shave he was on his way.

Mozart and Spanky went for a little walk tonight as Mr. Lucas brought up battle wounds from the St. V-M loss, but is still a proud alumnus of '78.

It was a rather quiet night across the board. Mama was in her Christmas garb as Mrs. Claus. Pa took a spill outside while walking the dog, and Jim spent 13 hours at the library reading some books.

In search of Perch but he was nowhere to be found, but that led us to Mike who was out for a little stroll along the tracks. Broke up with his lady and didn't have anywhere to go.

Just remember...July 21st is the day. Rambo III is watching you in case you take anything they will know and so will the Akron Police.

Ignorance and Want

2010-12-16T03:55:00.001-08:00

Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance allows us to act without regard to consequence. It allows us to purchase from an array of flavorful cereals without knowing what ingredients went into making them taste so good. It allows us to purchase expensive perfumes without concern to the possible horrors that befell the men or beasts whose lives went into them. It allows us to follow ideologies blindly and sometimes dangerously. AND, it allows us to ignore the hundreds of Akronites who live out in the cold each Christmas. It's easy to allow the absurdity of homelessness to exist if we're blind to it, just as it's easy to allow violence if we dehumanize a group of people based on the lies of another. Charles Dickens' Spirit of Christmas Present warns us in A Christmas Carol to beware of ignorance, for embracing ignorance yields hurt and pain.

Last night, we were all taken by Mike. Newly homeless, Mike accepted a couple of blankets and a pair of gloves from us. Then, we watched with the discomfort of the winter cold as Mike trudged his way across the snow and back into the wooded darkness.

Adapting to the cold

2010-12-09T03:52:00.000-08:00

We pulled into the vacant, snow- covered lot across from Furnace Street Ministries, hoping to find some of our friends. A figure appeared from the desolate woods, his bulky figure a mere silhouette against the white surroundings. Perch, alone, bundled to the nines. Smiles and laughter kept our minds off the relentless cold.

Jimmy met us outside Mama's in a t-shirt and high spirits. We left him with a new leather coat--he looked cool, er cold.

Dave told us about some rather precarious Teletubbies, and Kenny kept the students entertained, as usual.

Desolate Bernard's sent us to the Haven, where we set up shop and met Bo and Branden, the homeless Marine and Firefighter. They appreciated the stop.

Class of '78

2010-12-02T05:39:00.001-08:00

Scribe book--
"It's snowing! So the cold has arrived, but nothing holds us back. We set out and arrived first at a roadside motorhome. Mr. Lucas had two puppies (Mozart and Spanky), they were white (bichon). They were friendly and cute. "

"Our next leg of the journey was in downtown Akron. There, we met Stu (identifiable by his walk) and Theo (walking by the Speedway). We talked a little." (They enjoyed the soup, which included asparagus and peaches)

"We danced at St. Bernard's on the ice sidewalk."

--written by John

Mama Train

2010-11-17T08:14:00.000-08:00

The following includes excerpts from the adventuresome adventure written by tonight's scribe:

"This is Kupcake, and this is the epic story of Johnny, Scott, Chris, Marcus, and David. Accompanying these great heroes were equally great heroes, Mr. Milo and Mr. Horinger."

Our first stop by the tracks lights Akron with joy and friendship. Here, love is mutual and feelings relaxed.

"Beep, Beep, Beep"

"Soon after, the heroes reentered their noble chariot, the Chevy. The next adventure arrived soon."

We met Bill on his way for an evening stroll. We talked about the area's living arrangements over a few cups of cider.

Later, we jotted down wish lists for Mama's house...Christmas in a Christmas Basket.

"Then, Scott lost the pen, so the scribe had to write in pencil. Scott found the pen and was then an adventurer again."

We arrived late to the Mayflower and heard about it.

At St. Bernard's, the boys talked to Alan about the Browns (Kardiac Kids) and Toy Story 3 (playing Nov. 18th at the library for free!).

"So, their mission completed, our heroes returned to their respected homelands to one day return when they are again needed, each for their respective skills. One day, these heroes will reunite to again adventure together."

Finally, we know our mission is never completed so long as there are ignored souls in Akron, Ohio.

But Loved

2010-11-15T04:52:00.000-08:00

The movers and shakers were out and about this night with talk of residential living and domestication. The nights be dark but the spirits is high. Mick is getting baptized this weekend, Jimmy read a book about death row inmates while in the library all day. Mr. Milo was off fighting aliens tonight and was regrettably not with us. The man with no name now has a name and it be Tom. Perch where are you?

From Nov. 10.

Night of Excellence

2010-11-11T03:48:00.000-08:00

"How many homeless veterans are there?

Although flawless counts are impossible to come by – the transient nature of homeless populations presents a major difficulty – VA estimates that 107,000 veterans are homeless on any given night. Over the course of a year, approximately twice that many experience homelessness. Only eight percent of the general population can claim veteran status, but nearly one-fifth of the homeless population are veterans."

--taken from the National Coalition for Homeless Veterans, http://www.nchv.org/index.cfm

We've met several veterans during our excursions. Benefits do exist for veterans who are homeless. One of our vet friends is currently moving into an apartment.

The Chill Creeps In

2010-11-04T03:53:00.000-07:00

Hallowed night of hooligans. It was a semi chilly night forecasting the coming months of moisture and bitter cold. A late start worried only a few as we set out with a young crowd of students. Conversations were a plenty with old friends with new stories and old emotions. It is always a good night when you can start the night off with positivity and that is just what we did finding out Jimmy is moving into an apartment around Friday and Bill is hopefully finding one soon after him. Moving from place to place time is never your friend because there is always a deadline to meet, but we moved through downtown Akron with relative ease letting the thought of time linger only a little. Mama wanted to pray, Jimmy needed to vent, Michael talked politics in the bus stop and the kids liked to sing. All in all a pretty friendly night with thoughts of warmth for the coming months.

Spark Plug

2010-10-28T03:50:00.000-07:00

November 2: ballots will be readied and people around the U.S. will travel to their polling stations and vote for numerous issues, candidates and proclamations. Ya won't find much (if anything) on the ballots regarding assisting the poor and homeless. Most everything will deal with partisan battles full of porked promises. In most cases, the poor and homeless are wiped under the rug and forgotten, left with no voice. Let us not forget that even the poor and homeless are Americans. As we move on from high school and into the real and often unforgiving world, keep all friends in mind, not just a select few.

Stallion Times

2010-10-21T03:54:00.000-07:00

Last night during our fun, we bumped into the CSS (Community Support Services) crew members, trudging their way through all the landscapes of Akron, providing bounties of necessities to our friends.

Once a month, CSS volunteers pack themselves full of food, blankets, toiletries and a load of other goodies. Like a group of explorers the good souls march from campsite to campsite providing care.

Strangely enough, our same friends who were being loved by CSS were told earlier in the day to get outta dodge by city authorities. I guess they'll go be homeless somewhere else.

Tehas the Cherokee

2010-10-14T04:19:00.000-07:00

Shortcomings: Chips, boots, slippers, suits, burgers and blankets.

Longcomings: Flashlight.
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James Returns:
The story of a man who likes pasta salad and wants a full plate on top of a full plate in anticipation of building an appetite.

Fast Food Office:
The story of a man with many stories about nothing special. Wait for the second half.

Mom!:
The story of a van full of kids screaming "MOM!" in the most annoying voice. Best actor nominee: the van driver for keeping his patience.

Traveling to Jupiter

2010-10-07T04:04:00.000-07:00

He's leaving in a couple days. He's packing up his belongings. The evening air is slightly cool, so working outside is a pleasure. The leaves are still predominately green and hang tightly onto their branches, providing cover as he organizes. He doesn't have a car, but the tracks are nearby and much more efficient for traveling long distances. In a year, he travels anywhere from 15,000 to 30,000 miles jumping freight. It's a somewhat nomadic lifestyle, but there's a certain pure freedom that accompanies it. He seems happy, but I just gotta think, Too bad there's no frequent freight-jumping miles plan. A complimentary beverage perhaps?

How would you feel?

2010-09-30T03:55:00.001-07:00

How would you feel if they kept you out with a fence?
How would you feel if they wouldn't stay and talk?
How would you feel if they pretended you didn't exist?
How would you feel if they laughed at your expense?
How would you feel if charity was your only hope?
How would you feel if they saw you as mere numbers on a page?
How would you feel if they told you to leave your home?
How would you feel? I'd feel rotten.

Fences and Feet

2010-09-23T03:46:00.000-07:00

When we saw the car pull up, our minds sunk to the negative. Strange that someone would pull up their car to this desolate place, we thought. He must want us out of here. Our group watched him as he parked his car and looked at us--some of us with bags of food in our hands and some talking to our friends of the woods.

"I work here," he said, getting out of his car.

He walked to his trunk, asking for the organizer of our group. Mr. Horinger stood for the challenge.

From his trunk, the man pulled out his wallet and handed Mr. Horinger some cash.

"I've seen you guys back here before. I think it's great what you're doing. I wish I could give more."

And just like that, he drove away, leaving us $15 richer.

We felt guilty for our immediate negative thoughts. There's much more love out there than we know.

Happy Birthday, Project HOPE!!!

2010-09-15T04:42:00.000-07:00

Bangin' HOPE Stew

2 lbs beef chunks
1 tray of prepared noodles
1 tray of fried potato pieces
variety of fresh peppers from the garden
couple of recently picked green beans
4 cans of chicken noodle soup
2 cans of beef stew
1 to 4 cups of water
other available niceties
and plenty of brawn.

serve hot to friendly people.

Don't Mess Around

2010-09-09T04:10:00.000-07:00

Perez--

Almost a year since we had seen him; very first person we met on very first Project HOPE.

It amazed me how much faith he had--even though he's suffered so much in homelessness. He brought up the question of how anyone can be friends with God--said as he grew up, he began to understand--when we do God's will and help each other we become God's friends.

--Gracie

Harrison's a wanted man.

1st of the Month

2010-09-02T11:25:00.000-07:00

The relentless summer heat continued, as evident by the dress of the boys who chill by the tower. As usual though, they pulled themselves from the banks of the railroad to greet us with smiles of enthusiasm. Always appreciative and always frank, the boys expressed their feelings and favorite jokes. During such episodes, we always forget our own troubles and distractions and lose ourselves in the joy of the moment. These are moments we truly cherish, learning more about our friends and ourselves.

Moovies, not moovies

2010-08-26T03:44:00.000-07:00

The gracious lunch people provided Project HOPE with an abundance of food last night: sandwiches of all sorts and an assortment of gastronomic accessories. In all, our friends' bellies filled up nicely.

The woods are looking quite complete these days, with their carefully placed tarps and cleared campsite.

Our donated toiletries came in handy, 'specially the Dial soap (hopefully the palm oil inside is extracted through moral means).

Plenty of newbies (and other youngsters) joined us last night. Let's keep the enthusiasm going for the year and build an even greater foundation for HOPE at Hoban this year.

Anybody dare climb this tower? Washy's got a twenty-spot.

Good Night, buddy...

2010-08-19T07:22:00.000-07:00

and thanks for the lovely tomatoes.

Last Day of Summer

2010-08-12T15:23:00.000-07:00

So muggy the Kool-Aid sweat.

First timers Mary, Spencer, Ryan and Mike expressed their positive reflections to the rest of the crew last night. Further, they provided some interesting insight. Some expressed their awe that we ventured last night where they had previously driven that day without any knowledge of our "hidden" friends.

Hopefully, we all let this bother us as we go off to college or start the new high school season.

Interesting article in the Economist regarding poverty.

2010-07-29T07:18:00.000-07:00

Every Project HOPE night has the good and the bad. Tonight, mama's crew was quite joyous to receive their much anticipated requests. Macho and his batteries and Papa and his tank tops.

Sometimes we can't fulfill all of the vocal calls for help and food. Some are left sad, some angry. Some are soft-spoken and content with the little we provide. Some just want somebody around who cares and some give advice.

And sometimes we hear bad news about a good old friend. How do you cope with a friend who relapses who you've helped with so much commitment? Do you quit? We don't think so.

Jimmy Wilson

2010-07-21T06:56:00.001-07:00

"It feels really good to help these people. Seeing someone cry when we give him food made me appreciate the food and house that I have. I never noticed, but these people really love to see us. When we were driving to the Mayflower people were jumping up and down waving at us. They are excited to see us every week."

--Maria, Hobanite to be

Three's Company

2010-07-16T09:35:00.000-07:00

3 Hopesters took to the humid streets of Akron. The crowds seeking some additional warmth nearly overwhelmed the 3. Only scant memories made it out of this night:

Books and Pasta in the woods. Mama took to the shade and more pasta and hotdogs. The Mayflower definitely blossomed and the van emptied. Jokes shook St. Bernard's and bikes were in search of, just like the keys of later. Messages and messages and Grace Park enjoyed the last remnants.

We stood like volleyball stars in a constant dine.

The Unknown Week

2010-07-08T10:02:00.000-07:00

It has come to a week at which we don't even know how many weeks it has been since we first started Project H.O.P.E. or "Downtown Tuesdays" as it began- it will be considered a tiny accomplishment for the pioneers.

It's a great start to hear that our good friend Jimmy Jams did not resort to using to cope with his mothers poor health, as well as seeing our friend Chris from last week (battling poor health and suicidal thoughts) present & slightly more stable with the warmer weather. For our friends that we visit on Wednesday nights, the weather is not always as pleasurable as it is for our group who enjoys it as we please rather than living in it 24/7 in tents.

Bear was asked by a police man if he was alright when he was found passing out on a bench and he told him "Yeah I'm fine, I just ate too much." after eating an entire pie that we had given him last week; that will be considered another tiny accomplishment.

-Campbell

Alice Battles the Anaconda

2010-07-01T05:25:00.000-07:00

I experienced a true sign of generosity and love.

Nicole gave Chris (a kind man with diabetes & contemplating suicide) her hoodie to stay warm.

He said he experienced a miracle through her (& God)

He mentioned that he felt more confident & more at ease w/ life--he promised that we would see him next week.

--Jeff Schleis

Humanity 1, Algeria 0

2010-06-24T04:10:00.000-07:00

Short on food, we made a request for some contributions, and we received a wave of generosity. The kids and faculty came through for us and provided a gastronomically fulfilling night for our friends.

Even kids who couldn't make it sent food. Kids who could make it prepared meals fit for kings and queens.

The world is not made easy for our friends on the streets and in the woods. Hurdles and walls inhibit many paths leading up and out. However, the kids who joyfully participate in Project HOPE bring brief detours that ease some of the complications our friends experience.

Nicely done kids.

Italian Subs, Pasta and Fruit

2010-06-17T03:43:00.000-07:00

A beautiful outing. The calm breeze painted the evening delicately, making it hard to ever call it a night. We stood at Grace Park armed with perfectly prepared sandwiches wrapped in smiles. The Bells rang loudly and we smiled more. No Bears in these woods, only pleasantries . A dollar later we were gone.

Irish Springs dial up answering machines filled with disappointment. Akron dogs serve comforting distractions; Akron high schoolers serve PB&J without napkins. 3 days at the library and 4 books later serve headaches of air conditioning.

Secluded wood; a cracked spoke. Blackened body parts, and an $8 raise. Blackberries seeing double. Satisfying pasta salad. Is that natural?

Bear's Bagels

2010-06-03T03:39:00.001-07:00

Bear sat upright this time, giggling and smiling about last week. All had a good laugh.

Pizza, chicken, bagels, pb & j...whatever it was, it went. The flock was out last night, and the HOPEsters embraced them all.

Milo's farm population of hogs, goats and ligers; Kelly's dislike of animals; Paul's jelly donuts; the K twins and Jenna, like the Andrew sisters from the back of the van; Horinger's ill candy-stomach. It all made for an interesting night.

Many got shoes on this night. A big box full went out with us, and few shoes came back. If anybody has anymore shoes or socks, feel free to donate them.

For additional interesting reading, check out this article in the New York Times.