Doris spent her youth along the train tracks of Arizona where her mother welcomed hobos on route to California into their home for a hot meal, medical aid, and pleasant company. The absence of a home was not sinful or dirty. Every traveler in Doris’ childhood had a face, a story, a future. Doris’ mother instilled in her a belief in the sanctity of hospitality, and Doris has spent the past 70 years honoring that great tradition.