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Dusk, last night, downtown.

We're just above the rack of bank skyscrapers, between A and Ash at Fourth. The line’s forming in the middle of the parking lot.

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Saunter up to these guys, Magic One and Magic. Actually James and Robert.

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“What’s happening?” I ask.

“These guys just rolled up with their trailer and said they had meals to give away,” says Robert. “That was like five minutes ago and now look at the line.”

There must be 20 people in it, for sure. I go to the front to where a bunch of people in the trailer, including kids, are putting meals into plastic bags and handing them out.

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“We only do this maybe two times per year,” says this guy standing nearby. “And we just show up, unannounced. We’ve been doing it for four years.”

He doesn’t want to say who they are, or why they do it. Maybe wants the gesture to speak for itself.

“But it is a full turkey dinner,” he says, “with all the fixin’s.”

What hits you is how soon the word spreads and the line forms. Just shows you two things:

-There’s good people out there.

-And for a lot of people in this town, times ain’t so good.

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