As long as I am still doing this, why not another personal story?
One of the more disturbing images I see from time to time is homeless people camped right up next to a locked church-house door – sometimes literally right against it under the shelter of the overhang of the roof or awning. More often than not, I actually don’t see it (which also disturbs me). And I recall a night about three years ago when I gathered up a group of street friends and suggested we go sleep at a church where I was attending, but the street friends protested strongly saying they did not want to wind up in jail!
A few weeks ago, Agent Mamma DJ and Agent V and I met Agent W in her camp spot on a tennis court in a park in central Lubbock. Agent W is the one that had all the dogs.
I failed to even try to describe Agent W’s rig at…
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