Thanks for writing this, Suzan. Here in Fairfield, over the last few years, I've seen homeless people at times - something new for this small town, or at least my eyes. A few years agoI was driving home during a terrible blustery snow storm and saw a man pushing a shopping cart in the street filled with large plastic bags. I had no clue where he would wind up for the evening, and I was afraid he might succumb to hypothermia.
I called the police and asked what could be done for this man. They said they could get him into a motel room but just for one night. I assume they rescued him but then what after that?
The rents have gotten outrageous in Fairfield. A retired friend is basically homeless, doesn't make enough with her retirement funds to afford a decent, small apartment and is camping out on the sofa in her friend's home, an awful mouse-ridden place. This is not the way anyone should live.
I don't know what the answer is but the priorities of our society are screwed up.
I don't know the answer either Diane. I really struggled with the ending here. There is no punchline. No bumper sticker solution. That's OK though - as long as we keep trying, we're bound to get there!
Seems endless, doesn't it Denise? I like to refuel with thoughts of warriors like John and Louie (and YOU!) who gave me insight and energy as a young organizer.
Thanks for writing this, Suzan. Here in Fairfield, over the last few years, I've seen homeless people at times - something new for this small town, or at least my eyes. A few years agoI was driving home during a terrible blustery snow storm and saw a man pushing a shopping cart in the street filled with large plastic bags. I had no clue where he would wind up for the evening, and I was afraid he might succumb to hypothermia.
I called the police and asked what could be done for this man. They said they could get him into a motel room but just for one night. I assume they rescued him but then what after that?
The rents have gotten outrageous in Fairfield. A retired friend is basically homeless, doesn't make enough with her retirement funds to afford a decent, small apartment and is camping out on the sofa in her friend's home, an awful mouse-ridden place. This is not the way anyone should live.
I don't know what the answer is but the priorities of our society are screwed up.
I don't know the answer either Diane. I really struggled with the ending here. There is no punchline. No bumper sticker solution. That's OK though - as long as we keep trying, we're bound to get there!
Great story Suzan. We just gotta keep on fighting for justice.
Seems endless, doesn't it Denise? I like to refuel with thoughts of warriors like John and Louie (and YOU!) who gave me insight and energy as a young organizer.