Sometimes you see something over and over without really seeing it. Then one day it registers more vividly and emotionally. The scene, static and benign before, comes alive.
That was my experience today at the Multnomah County Library in downtown Portland. I had popped in to check out a book. A library employee, whose makeup and attire and attitude reminded me of a surly Boy George, had to retrieve the book from storage. So I had fifteen minutes to kill and wandered the second and third floors. The tables and PCs were jammed with men wearing the scruffy, weathered look of the homeless. Read More
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