A homeless person wandered through our residential neighborhood yesterday. He got to the end of our street, a cul-de-sac, sat down on a rock in my neighbor’s front yard for a while, basking in the sun. He already looked pretty tan. Well, it could have been grime, there aren’t a lot of places the homeless can take showers here in Albuquerque. In any case he sat there in the sun. I glanced over at him every once in a while as I worked in my front yard. I was tempted to walk over and ask him how he felt about NBA players complaining they’re only getting two million dollars a year on average. But I never got around to it. Eventually he wandered off, and now I’ll never know.
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