Herself and I are fresh back from a run through Monument Valley Park. While taking the scenic route home along an east-west set of railroad tracks, I noticed that the homeless folks quartered here, generally under a bridge or in various makeshift shelters barely masked by sparse foliage, got themselves a gift from Santa this Christmas — a pair of sturdy dome tents, one large, one small.
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December 27th, 2008 at 11:29 pm
check it out, they’re friends of the family.