I was witness to a particularly sad event during my lunch. The same seal playground is also home to a transient, except he has not moved in quite a while. In fact, my boss who has been with the company for 5 years cannot remember a time when he was not there.
You can see the blue tent in the background of this picture.
Today men, two dump trucks, and a backhoe came and tore it apart. It was terrible. Horrifying to see this man's clothing, books, every single possession thrown away like garbage.
I thought about shouting across the canal for them to stop. But I didn't and that makes me ashamed.
I can't stop thinking about what this man must have felt when he returned home to find nothing there.