Paul Stenquist wrote:
Those places are Santa Monica, and they border the park. They're the heart of the homeless hangouts.
Well, a bit north thereof, but I'll admit...park is park.
I guess we agree in principle. I grew up in a changing neighborhood on the south side of Chicago and fought my way out of trouble more than once. When I was 19 years old, I delivered pizzas in Chicago's Blackstone area and was chased by the Blackstone Rangers many times. Fortunately, my 57 Ford always started. (The guy who took over for me when I took a week off ended up in the hospital. But he no longer holds a grudge. He's dead.) I've wandered Hells Kitchen in NYC and downtown Detroit just for the hell of it. Somehow, Santa Monica, Berkley, and Westwood don't scare me.
Shucks, I grew up in Cleveland and it's surrounds. I guess I wasn't exposed to what you were. I concur...
But that's all beside the point. What I've been trying to say is that homeless people aren't necessarily evil nor are they necessarily bottom of the barrel.
Absolutely not! I didn't mean to imply that. Not at all.
I know I've come damn close to homeless at times. Yet there were times when I've counted my assets in seven figures. Sometimes that line is very narrow.
Must be! I know that while I've had to scratch from time to time, I've never been all that close to homeless, for which I'm eternally grateful!
And the middle 6 figures have had to satisfy me. Since I've retired, I keep talking to the wife about that, for all it helps... sighhh. <g>
Good luck, keith
Paul
