In the suburbs of the San Fernando Valley, north of Hollywood and Los Angeles we live our lives peacefully, away from the violence of L.A. and the homeless on skid row. We take offence at the beggar on the street corner with the sign that says “Need Food.” We tend not to see them as people or as hard luck cases, but as intrusions in our daily lives of being soccer moms and working dads. What we really mask with this annoyance is our own fear that it could be us begging on the street. In this recovering economy, house foreclosures and in the large numbers of the unemployed, who can really say that this hardship could not happen to those who live in their castles on the hill?
Musing Monday - Mar 27
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