Brown County United Way combines efforts with 20 nonprofits to expand HubCAP into mobile classroom
GREEN BAY, Wis. (WFRV) – Brown County United Way unveiled an expansion to its HubCAP on Tuesday morning, courtesy of a partnership with over 20 nonprofit agencies.
The HubCAP is used to roll through neighborhoods and provide information, resources and more to community members without moving around too much. This new expansion features a mobile classroom.
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The mobile classroom is designed with on-the-go educational features, support services and more. The overall press conference to announce the mobile classroom included an interactive tour of the HubCAP vehicles.
The overall program includes healthcare, mental health resources, early childhood care, financial assistance and countless other tools, all on the go, as the HubCAP stops at neighborhoods, events and even job sites.
Click here for more details on the HubCAP.
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