Showing posts with label the kindness of strangers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the kindness of strangers. Show all posts
January 17, 2011
August 10, 2010
"YOU GET STUCK DOWN HERE"
Early in the morning, however, half-asleep amid scurrying rats, piles of human waste and trash, not everyone is eager to be questioned by strangers claiming humanitarian intentions. It's difficult to see, as many of the street lights have been intentionally broken to make drug transactions easier. Some inhabitants are just coming down from crack highs. Others are resistant to talk because they've chosen Skid Row as home in order to disappear — not be included in some public list.
Surveyor Mack Garland pushes on, asking probing questions about health problems and drug use. The answers will be used to create a "vulnerability index," determining who gets housing and who doesn't. To put it bluntly, these questions are meant to identify those most likely to die on these streets in the next year.
- Ben Bergman, L.A. to Offer Housing to 50 'Most Vulnerable' People
July 28, 2010
10ROADTRIP: MICHIGAN MISADVENTURES
Today I lost my wallet in Ann Arbor, which would have meant that I would have no money and just one tank of gas to make it all the way to Connecticut. Retracing my steps in an unfamiliar city rife with one-way streets and the longest traffic lights I've ever experienced was, needless to say, super un-fun. But then I got a phone call from a lovely girl (who happens to go to Gustavus!) who returned it to me, not thirty minutes after I discovered it lost.
Now I'm happily relaxing in a coffee shop, loving this town, loving this thunderstorm, feelin' pretty darn good about everything.
Now I'm happily relaxing in a coffee shop, loving this town, loving this thunderstorm, feelin' pretty darn good about everything.
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