It's a feeling that can't be beet

(sic)

In about four hours, I will be slogging around a farmer's field in Basom, New York. The Methodist clan in these parts may be small, but we're resourceful. Local farmers call our ministers when they have more food to harvest than they can either pick or sell, and we head to the site, usually on a couple of days' notice, to gather it up and haul it out before it rots. Win win.

Naturally, even mission work is not immune from local politics. Basom is apparently in the Rochester District jurisdiction, so it gets to send in the trucks that carry most of the loot back to the Foodlink organization which distributes it around the Genesee Valley region. Those of us coming from points west can take from the harvest to fill our own pantry, but only that which we can haul in our own ve-hick-ulls. 

Thus, the first day of 2006 when it pays for Eleanor to own a honking yellow pickup.

That'll be me on the 90, driving slightly erratically because I'm not usually up that high, and hopefully with major buckets of beets in the bed.

Believe or not in Who or What you will, but people are gonna be eating one hell of a lot of borscht thanks to us;)

ETA 5:00 p.m. Want some beets? I have a full freakin 4 x 4 truck bed full of 'em until I can haul them to St. Vincent DePaul or Central City Cafe or Friends of the Night People or wherever the leaders tell me to take them. A similar load wound up going into the back of the truck and several miles down the road to where Foodlink will come get it. We done good.