I picked up some frozen stuffed clams the other day at Publix. They had the buy one, get one free going on so I grabbed two. I was going to have one for dinner last night, but I ended up not eating.

So I'm soaking up some sun on the porch this afternoon, I was hungry, so I decided to heat one of those up. I was weighing in my mind to nuke it, or heat at 450 for a half hour.

Then my homeless neighbor across the street showed up and walked up the concrete to his home under the on-ramp, and I knew what I needed to do. I heated them both up at 450 and then walked one across the street after 30 minutes.

The guy was curled up in his sleeping blanket at the top and I called out to him and said I had food. He sat up and I walked up the ramp and handed it to him, along with a set of plastic utensils and some paper towels.

I introduced myself, his name is John, and he was very appreciative. Then I walked back and ate mine. They were pretty good, I'm sure he enjoyed.