woohoo WAMU
OK, banks are going belly up. But some people are already homeless.
At Tent City I ran into someone who probably knew my grandmother 30 years ago. Sheesh. Small world.
On the way back to town we came upon situation on the freeway. A young guy had a piece of someone else's car fly off from the northbound lane and strike his car, disabling it. He was in total shock. I talked to the Washington State Patrol for him, trying to explain what had happened. Meanwhile, his friend showed up to lend assistance. AAA was called.
Two more stops, one downtown, one on Queen Anne. All good.
This work keeps things in perspective. The struggle for survival of a lending institution is not nearly as gripping as homeless people struggling with daily life.
At Tent City I ran into someone who probably knew my grandmother 30 years ago. Sheesh. Small world.
On the way back to town we came upon situation on the freeway. A young guy had a piece of someone else's car fly off from the northbound lane and strike his car, disabling it. He was in total shock. I talked to the Washington State Patrol for him, trying to explain what had happened. Meanwhile, his friend showed up to lend assistance. AAA was called.
Two more stops, one downtown, one on Queen Anne. All good.
This work keeps things in perspective. The struggle for survival of a lending institution is not nearly as gripping as homeless people struggling with daily life.
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