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.
The Sac Rag 