First thing this morning I had to talk to Steve and let him know what was coming down upon him. I thought I will get him in my car and talk to him while I go out before work and feed my friends goats. I went banging on the door of the airstream at a quarter to 7 and no answer. He was already out walking the streets or in Safeway getting his morning coffee. I crused over to the Safeway parking lot where I was sure he was in a safe place (joke) and found him there.
I rolled my window down and told him to get in the car, I had to talk to him about important matters.
He actually got in which surprised the bajibas out of me. I have offered him rides before and he always turned them down. He new something was wrong by the tone of my voice, I am sure.
So driving out on a cold autumn grey morning I told him what was going on. Oh he was so apologetic it hurt me. It wasn't his fault!

We offered him to stay in our house in what we call the office for a place to sleep. I told him that we didn't want him out side in the cold.
He said he would seek around to see what he could do.
To make along story short:

He loved the goats and had a good time getting out of town.
He cleared his stuff out of the airstream and put it all in our greenhouse and we put his sleeping bag in the office.
I took off for work and told him our door was open and I got off work a 5:30.
I got home to an empty house.
I don't know where he is at but he promised to be at our house on Thanksgiving.
I hope so.

My Heart is Full

We are our brothers keeper.
That is my point of view to the world with all the painful way some people are thrown out with the trash. You know the ones that fall between the cracks so to speak.

I am ranting now aren't I?

In my town which is about 4600 people the authorities seem to have a zero tolerance for homeless people, no matter who they are. That is where the ones that fall throught the cracks come in.
We met a man in our town last summer who was living in the woods by the river because he had nowhere to live. He is a man that has lived in this town for years. I don't know what is wrong physically with him but the doctor said he can no longer work. He kinda gimps around like his back is killing him.
The powers that be are dragging their feet to give him disability so he can have a roof over his head.
Some how he gets food stamps though.
He has nothing.
Not a car and only a few clothes.
All is gone.
He gathers cans with a few other men he knows to get a little cash.
The only problem is they start buying beer and end up drinking themselves silly and staggering around in our alley way. Too much time on their hands.
Oh yes, our neighbors called the cops and told on them.
I don't blame them one bit.
That wasn't suppose to happen!
It was getting cold so we let him sleep in our air stream which is not hooked up to sewer or electricity for a place to lay his head out of the cold.
We told him the old cronies had to go down the street kicking rocks.
To make along story short.
The city planning committee sent us a notice stating that they are aware of an individual staying in or occupying our airstream.
We have to have a permit to let that happen.
The city is just trying to get rid oh him.
People in my town beat up people like these for fun, one did get beat up the other day!
There is nothing in this town to help the needy.
There is nowhere for him to go.
The Salvation Army will give him clothes.
But there is no open door for him to stay but ours.
I get to go tell him tomorrow morning all this.
I really don't know if he will stay in our house or not.
He does have pride and needs to feel independent.
So we will see what he does. We have a spare bedroom he can stay in.
But!!!!!! No more of his buddies gathering cans in our alley and none of them here drinking!!!!!
We are laying down the rules, Oh yeah.
Oh Yi Yi Yi Yi!!!!!