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The Family Business

Some of my readers may not be aware that my father is a pretty important guy when it comes to homelessness. He's like the godfather of the homeless of Long Beach. Except not as scary. (Note to self: Do not blog after midnight. Sentences become stupid. Metaphors become inane.) At some point in time, everyone of his children - yeah, that would be me and my siblings - has worked for him in some capacity. I typed addresses into a computer and folded newsletters. My oldest sister single-handedly constructed the Long Beach winter shelter last year (slight exaggeration, but she deserves a lot of kudos). My other sister has done smart work for him as well, and it looks as though growing up and getting a 'real' job hasn't quite satisfied. She's coming back, hubby in tow, to ride in the Long Beach Marathon (or whatever it's called), all for the sake of raising money for the Long Beach Rescue Mission. Anyone interested in supporting her ride (she's one of our frequent commentators, by the way), by giving money to the mission, visit this site. I'll update this post with more information about the ride when I am not stupid with midnight. On the other hand, if you're curious, you could just google it yourself. :)

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  1. Anonymous23 August, 2008 09:53

    The title "Family Business" gave me the immediate impression that your family were a bunch of assassians or in the mafia or something... :)

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  2. Unknown24 August, 2008 11:16

    i know. :) my dad actually read this blog entry. it popped up on his google radar notice thing and he read it aloud at dinner. laughing.

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  3. Hello, I'm Emily Clare.24 August, 2008 20:57

    Yes, support me supporting him supporting the mission! Because I can't support the homeless in my own town. Or something. Ride, ride, ride! Yay bikes!

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  4. Nate Lewis17 April, 2009 17:51

    ok, do youonly have sisters now or what? where am I in this? I contributed! I love you anyway.

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