‘Beggars can’t be choosers’

Just a little bit of a rant here. We have practically had “no used clothes” tatooed on our foreheads for the last month. It’s on the website. It’s in every listing about CRC. And yet people persist in cleaning out their attics and trying to dump their refuse on our doorstep in the name of…

Maybe I’m playing around too much…but

These are my new favorite boyfriends – John Madole and Andrew McAlister from American Constructors and Slade Smith from BEM. If you’ve been reading this blog for very long, you realize that I have been playing fast and loose the last few weeks. I’ve acquired many new boyfriends and one girlfriend who are angels sitting…

Stand down

Emergency alert over. Emergency alert over. Please see previous post so all of this makes sense. So yesterday, the fabulous Yogi (real name John Ridenour – give him your business) sends in yet another quote to the flood insurance people. Miraculously, it comes back approved without the need for a Certificate of Elevation and for…

What do we do?

In the interest of true disclosure, I have gone from the low of our building flooding to the high of getting the temporary warehouse set up to, now, back to low because I’m dealing with bureaucracy I don’t understand and requirements for an SBA loan that tonight seem insurmountable. So here’s the situation. I apply…

Speechless

I wish I had a photo of this one. So there’s a meeting this morning at the Center for Nonprofit Management of all the nonprofits in Nashville affected by the flooding. From the time I bumbled into the nonprofit world I cannot even begin to tell you how many times the CNM folks have pulled…

My new favorite people

I got kind of flummoxed, what with all the new boyfriends I have, when Baird Dixon and Beth Phillips, met us at the warehouse this morning. I was pretty sure Baird would be my new favorite boyfriend, but I hadn’t counted on Beth.  So I’m just going to call them my new favorite people. When…

We have Peter Frampton’s t-shirts

I just love Music City. So we’re at our temporary warehouse today when a woman named Lisa McLaughlin comes in with three cases of t-shirts. From Peter Frampton. Actually, from Peter Frampton.  Not his personal t-shirts, of course. He’s probably still using them. These were three cases of his t-shirts for sale at his concerts….

Toxic house of poo

Today is the first day of CRC’s new life. West Nashville Emergency Spill Response is beginning to hoover out the Toxic House of Poo, otherwise known as our flooded warehouse. You just don’t stop to think, really, about what exactly constitutes flood water. Oh, let’s see. There are those giant gasoline storage units just three…

The third chick

This may look like a photo of three chicks having a tasty mojito at Sambuca. And it is. But context is everything. We are having a tasty mojito after Betsy and I had moved into donated warehouse space, had fielded what seemed like a thousand phone calls of people who needed help and people offering…

“We’re on our way”

The phones are ringing off the hook today, but this call was different. “We’re on our way!” an emphatic voice said with great authority over the phone. Well, great, I said. What time are you going to get here? “We’ll be there by about six o’clock,” said the voice. It was three in the afternoon,…