Where Are The Homeless?

Granddaughter Clara and I walked the few blocks to the library to get my Miami-Dade Public Library card, then crossed the street to check out the shopping center. What an odd place Key B is. There are lots of realty companies, banks/financial centers, cute coffee places, and small restaurants. One grocery store, one hardware store, one chain pharmacy and one local one. Many hair and nail salons, mostly listed as spas. One whole shopping complex almost completely devoted to body care and physical therapy, plus, inexplicably, the post office.

What I haven't found are any homeless, nor indications of any. Except for the shopping cart that Clara noticed on the corner of our block which we wonder about. In any other place I have been, this would have been filled with someone's possessions. Perhaps being pushed by one of the ravers or being guarded at a bus stop by one of the slumpers.

The cart has been sitting there for at least the past 4 days. I'm not sure if it was there before. I'm so used to just ignoring carts and their owners that I can't say. And what does that say about me? I admit it is nice being cocooned. No more tiptoeing past the ranting lady at my old library's front door. No more pretending I can't see the person sitting outside the grocery story asking for change. No more ignoring people on street corners with "will work for food" signs.

I can just write a check to support my congregation, local public radio, animal groups, etc in peace without having to see ugly. I can get used to it. And that is not a good thing.