In late 1997, I teamed up with several other people and toured the west coast, serving good, lovin' food to thousands of homeless and houseless people, from Eugene, Oregon down to the San Francisco Bay area, and ultimately to Tucson, Arizona. Living, loving, and cooking out of a thirty or so foot Winnebago was, perhaps, the most educating experience of my life, at least until that time. It was here that I learned what practical anarchy was - you know, the kind of anarchy that exists outside an academic vacuum - the kind of anarchy pleasantly devoid of anarchisms.
Well, we were a rowdy bunch, to be fair, but we always knew how to distinguish between venting our frustrations over a fifty dollar beer run and anarchy, something that is not synonymous with breaking things. Real anarchy, indeed even in academia, is defined as being, at least partially, the absence of any form of coercion.
At any rate, here is a piece written several years ago by someone other than myself about his experience with the People's Kitchen:
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