As Lora would say: "This is someone's child. Someone's brother. Someone's dad. Someone's student. Someone's friend. Someone's old neighbor. Someone's old lover.
On Saturday I went to the Baltimore Farmers Market on Gay Street, under the 83 overpass. It was paked with people, dropping 12$ on a bag of coffee beans and some $20+ a pound for meats from local, organic farms. Many were in line to purchase $10 omeletes from one of the breakfast stands.
A stark contrast to the numerous homeless people in this area. sleeping on benches, in grassy knolls along sidewalks, in tents outside the church, in front of city hall, alongside the soup kitchen.
I saw no less than 20 homeless people in the five blocks I walked to the market entrance.
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