A story from the summer: I rode my bicycle leisurely down a side street. It was hovering near 90 degrees. To my left, some 20 yards away, adults supervised dozens of kids playing dodge ball on a field in a city park. I heard glee on the breeze and it sounded good. To my right, some 20 yards away, stood a homeless encampment of ten battered RVs, a plywood pallet shanty, a half dozen tarped and taped vehicles, one tent, a plastic dog igloo (that presumably provided shelter for a human being) and two huge piles of garbage. Seven or so people wandered around the encampment. I heard no glee.
Curriculum by Juxtaposition
Curriculum by Juxtaposition
Curriculum by Juxtaposition
A story from the summer: I rode my bicycle leisurely down a side street. It was hovering near 90 degrees. To my left, some 20 yards away, adults supervised dozens of kids playing dodge ball on a field in a city park. I heard glee on the breeze and it sounded good. To my right, some 20 yards away, stood a homeless encampment of ten battered RVs, a plywood pallet shanty, a half dozen tarped and taped vehicles, one tent, a plastic dog igloo (that presumably provided shelter for a human being) and two huge piles of garbage. Seven or so people wandered around the encampment. I heard no glee.