Little more depressing than usual walking in to work on a drizzly Monday and seeing a young homeless nuclear family making their way from wherever they spent a dreary, wind-blown night over to the transit center. Man pushing stroller, little girl in tow, she chattering innocently, lightheartedly, while the young mother shuffles a few steps behind, looking forlorn and worn already, at 7:15AM, lugging a jumble of sleeping bags, a blanket partly dragging unnoticed along the ground. That's no life for a kid, I'm thinking, but I'm left wondering just what can be done to help those people out, short of removing the child from the situation. And I has a sad.
Few songs have captured the despair of homelessness quite like this one by the Modern Lovers.