When worlds collide

We were at 626 Reserve last night when a homeless man in a wheelchair came in and asked the bartender for $5. The bartender politely threw him out. Then after we left the bar, we saw an old man with his wheelchair parked in the doorway of the soon-to-be SB Spring, shaking out his sleeping bag onto the ground and getting ready to go to bed. That's the sad part of living down here--so many sick and damaged people with no place to go.