I'm just not used to such a lack of privacy or so many men taking care of personal hygiene so publicly. This is something I will have to accept and get used to. This morning we're having donuts, sliced oranges, cold cereal, and coffee. The donuts, I'm told, come from a major donut chain, and they're good. After about twenty minutes, the kitchen closes.
Several men volunteer to clean the barracks, kitchen, restroom, and patio.
A shelter manager announces over the PA system that the shelter bus will leave in five minutes. I join about fifty men to board a long, white bus that will make three stops. The first is the Department of Economic Security, for food stamps and general welfare. The second stop is a soup kitchen called Guadalupe's. The last stop is downtown Tucson.