The year was…it doesn’t matter. I just remember it was cold and lonely in a lively city that was supposed to be warmer than what I was used to. I asked the few new friends I’d made if they knew of any shelter looking for volunteers for Thanksgiving. Once I realized I was asking the wrong people, I searched online and came back with a few options, but they were already booked.  Wait, what? Booked? There was such a thing, believe it or not. It was a bummer.  Conversely, for my future reference, that year I learned that you can’t just show up at a shelter and feed the homeless.…