Sacramento’s Midtown neighborhood prides itself in being a devoted, unified community. Sadly, as our community struggles together during times of economic hardship, we sometimes forget what it means to celebrate Midtown’s unity and diversity. In an effort to bridge the gap in the community, members of Midtown are hosting “Unity in the Community,” a potluck event designed to bring together every member of our neighborhood, regardless of class, race or background – in the name of humanity. The event is being organized and directed by all Midtown’s members, the fortunate and less fortunate. (Sign up for the event on Facebook, here) WHAT To create a human connection through food, conversat

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