“I’m going crush it, dude,” Shaun Nelson hollered at Ellis as he jogged down the road. Ellis points out that in this neighborhood, some of these families likely need the food bank’s help themselves. And indeed, at times, members of the group knock on doors and are greeted by families inside who say times are scarce and they can’t afford to donate this year.
Nonetheless, the back of the van is soon filled with the red-and-brown paper bags.
“Fred’s got too many bags,” Chris Nelson mumbles, pulling over as he watched Bruechert, his arms laden with food. “I’ve got to go help him.”
“Every year,” he adds with a smile, shaking his head.
The Kidz Bop versions of Justin Bieber’s “Sorry” and Taylor Swift’s “Bad Blood” blared from the speakers as the family drove. Chris Nelson’s 9-year-old daughter, Isabel, and her 4-year-old cousin, Nora, dance in the back, reaching through the door as they took food donations from their family members.
“You’re keeping morale up,” Chris Nelson said to his daughter.
After about two hours of trudging through the rain and knocking on doors, every street on Chris Nelson’s map is crossed off. All that’s left is a trip to Hudson’s Bay High School, where the family joined a queue of volunteers dropping off their bags of food. Hundreds of plastic bags pile in front of the school, while yet more volunteers box up the cans and load them into a semitrailer.