November 18, 2012
By Mickey Friedman
Mel Greenberg invited me to have dinner with him Thursday evening. At the American Legion Hall in Sheffield. I must have been daydreaming because I drove right past it, through Sheffield and then had to double-back. I got there right on time at 5:15, and was lucky enough to grab the very last parking spot.

Learn more about hunger in our communities in this report from the Food Bank of Western Massachusetts.
Because I wasn’t the only one Mel and his friends were feeding. There were seventy-nine of us.
Ever since I lost my office on Railroad Street to gentrification and transformed my small dining area into a small film editing suite, I’ve been eating simple dinners in a desk chair facing my Sony. And most often dinner is a sandwich on a paper plate. I’ve come to love the dinners me and my remote control share with TiVo.















