Nobody is a fan of homelessness, but we’ve learned to live with it. We are most adept at living with it.
I will never forget my first encounter with homelessness. I was visiting Washington DC with my wife and three children in the late 1980s. We were walking through a park en route to the Mall and the kids were amusing themselves with a game of hide and seek. As my daughter Lydia searched for her brother Adam, she happened upon a large square piece of opaque plastic lying on the grass. Thinking her brother might hiding under there, she lifted up the plastic sheet and discovered an old man fast asleep. He had obviously spent the night sleeping in the park.
I had spent most of the early 1980s in Canada or in isolated places like Glenrock, Wyoming, so I had no idea what was going…
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