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Cambridge feeds the homeless through a loosely woven network of volunteer organizations. Community dinners are done by the churches. Tuesday night is at the Unitarian across from Harvard. Last night got off to an untidy start with a loud profane argument at the next table which continued when the self appointed ‘peace-keeper’ continued to swear and fuss after the original offender was removed. But after that brief interlude, the customary calm prevailed. Then an unusual blessing. A mother and son team took over the grand piano.  Ann guided her son through a number of classics. When they got to boogie-woogie I asked for more. The son’s name is Sam.