They don't have Booberry in Nigeria. You can't go out to clear your head and watch the people go by without hearing the entirety of Eleanor Rigby. I saw a man on Massachusetts Avenue right by the Chinese restaurant in Harvard Square this past Wednesday sit down and have a nice Chinese meal. Problem was, he picked it out of the trash. Nobody cares about the addicts or homeless anymore.
Nobody cares about the railroads anymore.
At best, it's a fraud. Lot of good talk in the coffeehouse until, well until a homeless person shows up. Then there's a sudden stomach cramp, a baseball game, a school conference, or a watch check. As for me, I figure things are so freaky I feel for even the fake homeless. I think all the Saint Francis we learned in school is starting to pay off.