Monday morning, I sit at a table in a coffee shop. A young woman taps a tablet. Marty, the shop's homeless mascot just rolled his folded blankets, sleeping bag and outerwear out the door. In all my years of observing Martys around Oregon, I have never seen one with folded anything.
Marty! Marty! Marty!
Marty! Marty! Marty!
Monday morning, I sit at a table in a coffee shop. A young woman taps a tablet. Marty, the shop's homeless mascot just rolled his folded blankets, sleeping bag and outerwear out the door. In all my years of observing Martys around Oregon, I have never seen one with folded anything.