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Thursday, August 07, 2014

CACLV to Conduct Mobile Food Vending Seminar

You might know this Zen joke.

A Buddhist says to the hot dog vendor, "Make me one with everything," and hands a $5 for a $1.25 dog.

The vendor gives him the dog, but no change.

"Change must come from within," he says

How would you like to be the wise guy making the Buddhist one with everything? Community Action Committee of the Lehigh Valley is offering a two-part seminar on mobile food vending, whether it's wieners or something more exotic, like Vietnamese spring rolls.

When: August 11 and 18, 6:30 - 8:30 pm.

Where: Basement, 702 Hamilton St Bldg, Allentown, Pa. (Park in Wells Fargo lot)

What: Information for those interested in running a mobile food business, with presentations by the City of Allentown, the Philadelphia Mobile Food Association, the Rising Tide Community Loan Fund and CADCA. The Rising Tide Community Loan Fund is offering a special financing program specifically for mobile food vendors.


DJ Kormanik
Business Development Director
Community Action Development Corporation of Allentown
443 N. 7th Street
Allentown, PA 18102
610-433-5703 x3102


Anonymous said...

Ugh. Our tax dollars at work.

Anonymous said...

Like the obnoxious ice cream truck BLASTING a bad Disney tune outside my window at 9PM?

Anonymous said...

This crazy old lady remembers mobile food vending...the milkman brought our milk, butter, cream, eggs...Mom would leave him a note in the insulated box outside our side door. The bread truck came down the street later in the day, all the ladies who wanted bread or rolls would run outside and get whatever the family needed. Then, once a week, the butcher from Wassergass would drive down the street in his meat wagon. He might have a prior order wrapped and ready, or Mom might go out and ask for a pound of ground beef, or a few pork chops...maybe a sausage. Those were weird times. Men had jobs that could support a family, so moms were home running the neighborhood, and watching out for everybody's children. We all knew our neighbors, all up and down the street. Gas probably cost the butcher and the milkman and the bakery guy about ..what?...50 cents a gallon? Nobody ever shot anybody, and we did not lock our doors. Weird.