At the Table: San Francisco

While in San Fransico for the SOUL community organizer training, One early morning, I ran down Market Street the homes became beautiful and then became sparse. Vacant lands, gas stations laundrymats even bodegas appeared.

As I headed back to my air b&b.  I saw someone waiting at the table, underneath a tarp housing furniture poked out. He sat their waiting for change, his share had been negotiated away.