“I’m voting for God’s Kingdom to fix this mess,” she said and with that, Alice, 93, closed the door and left her groceries forlorn on the stoop of her Loma Portal home.

Last week, Project-19 took me to City Heights, an urban blend of African American, Asian, and Latino communities bustling with energy. My SUV loaded with grocery boxes, I meandered its gridded streets scanning from side to side in search of a coveted parking spot. Past experience taught me not to improvise parking in City Heights, lest I attract a menacing glance or boisterous admonition not fit for print.

My Project-19 route was a little different this week. Instead of driving from home to home, I spent most of my effort shuttling grocery boxes through the hallways of a Hillcrest low-income high rise for seniors. As I glanced at my recipient list, I read a dozen Soviet-era names that harken back to the October Revolution.