by Bill Lindeke--Originally published at Twin Cities Runoff
The Camelot crew is riding through Minneapolis in an old bus painted with the message “Free Organic Food” when, idling at a stoplight, a van pulls up in the next lane. The driver is a round bald man in a white T-shirt, resting his meaty elbow on the downrolled window.
“What is this free food? You have free food?” He shouts over the sound of the diesel engines.