Images from my recent trip: Reedsport: bedraggled men and women shuffle along Highway 101 pushing grocery carts and carrying bags of cans and bottles. Lakeside: a young disheveled man with his possessions sits in the gravel off the highway. North Bend: an elderly man sits in a wheelchair outside the Humboldt Club. I'm there for breakfast. He's there because he's homeless. I know he's homeless because he told me after I asked how he was doing. He'd lost his housing the previous week but had a lead on a room in a basement or garden shed or something I didn't catch. He knew it was coming through, however, he just knew and kept the faith. He tried selling me a mini tablet that worked but needed a charger. I asked