... is a story about a homeless man living in a park near our house.
I noticed this man at the playground. He was sitting on a bench behind the enormous wooden play structure that Arno imagined was a pirate ship. His jacket, on a hangar, was hanging in a tree and his "outdoor shoes" were placed neatly at the base of the tree.
This could not be more different than a New York Times story I wrote about homeless alcoholics in Seattle, who ran up huge bills in emergency rooms and the drunk tank - and were now living for free (or with low rent) in apartments where they could drink and pass out, and save taxpayer dollars.
Monday, September 17, 2007
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