Some of the 80 men who slept in at the church Monday night couldn’t stay for the 6 am breakfast because they had to get to their early-starting jobs.
And, it was uncomfortable to be thanked so profusely for serving toast, cold cereal, and oatmeal for breakfast. (Maybe if we had eggs, pancakes, or French toast I would have felt better?)
I don’t understand why it’s acceptable to perennially need the “Mayor’s Winter Emergency Shelter”.
Why people who are working to the best of their ability cannot have a place of their own.
Why a collusion of oligarchs legitimizes the payment one person at a rate hundreds of times of that of another.
redozdachs correctly chides me that “Come the revolution” I’d be on the cushy side of the barricades.
But, some days I am forcefully shown how much less I know now than I did when I was 20.