In what has become my beat as of late, I’m here to report that my favorite makeshift homeless shelter has been evacuated once again.
Since I ride past this spot almost every day, I keep track of when it is empty, picking up a few stragglers, and when there is no room at the inn. This time the stragglers hadn’t even put out their first week’s trash before getting the boot.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
