Thoughts of an old man with cancer

I was sitting on a stone wall in my neighborhood, resting before resuming my trudge up the long steep hill home with my groceries, when I noticed a leaf fluttering to the ground. An oak leaf, dried and golden brown, from one of the gnarled old oaks on my block. I watched it fall and then it struck the asphalt with the distinct “click” of a kiss. Then it rested for a moment on the street before the breeze deployed it further down the hill.

Do homeless people have “rights”?

They do have certain rights in common with the rest of us. But among those rights is not the right to camp on a public street. I don’t care how much homeless advocates whine and complain about homeless people being shoddily treated by cities. The unalterable fact is that homeless people do not and should not have the right to “live” wherever they want, and nothing they argue, no amount of shaming us, will change that.