Bella and I hit the streets unusually early tonight. I was surprised by the large number of homeless people in the Highway 50 underpass at 26th Street: maybe about six people - the most I've seen in one place on our walks. There was no warning either. There was no one in the underpass at 19th Street, for example.
It seemed incongruous to see these scattered homeless folks in their chaotic shopping cart and garbage bag encampment, atomized into personal spaces, each person surfing the Internet on their own personal Smartphone or laptop. "Bowling Alone", indeed.