Beggars would line up at the on ramps to the freeways, or at the light across from them actually where cars were forced to stop and wait for a signal. Signs bearing hard luck stories crudely drawn on cardboard. But often the guy (or occasional woman) would be braving the Oregon rain in a nicer parka than I owned, courtesy of the local welfare handout that got seconds from manufacturers and provided them to the "poor".
While I am sure that some of these individuals were truly marginal, others had simply found a nice job with fresh air, no boss, and very hard for the IRS to track. I must say I was never moved to donate to them.
While I am sure that some of these individuals were truly marginal, others had simply found a nice job with fresh air, no boss, and very hard for the IRS to track. I must say I was never moved to donate to them.