Want to help the poor? Drive over to the charity containers at the JC ShopRite.
I stopped by with a bag of kitchen junk that Yancey's last tenant had left behind. I got out of the car, opened Henry's trunk, and pulled out my bag of charity items to toss into the container.
And a smiling woman walked over and addressed me in Spanish. She pointed to my charity items. I don't know what she said, but I could see what she meant. I opened the bag and showed her the contents.
"Kitchen stuff, mostly. A few shirts." I pulled a shirt out. It could fit her.
"I'll take it," she said. Or at least it looked like she said that, as she held her hands out for the bag. I handed it over.
Talk about cutting out the middleman.