Over the past week my refrigerator has become a haven for excess goods brought to us by friends and neighbors, my pantry stocked up with cans and boxes of instant stuffing, and the car overstuffed with boxes and bags of clothing. No, we're not hoarders and this overstock is certainly not for our low-key Thanksgiving Day dinner. We have been putting in extra hours lately helping a friend and his church gather clothing for his homeless shelter and outreach program and preparing for a revisited tradition Terry and I used to do annually until we had Eamon: delivering hot meals to the homeless.