The other might my daughter Carrie anf I were on our way to my grandson’s (Andrew) apartment to do some ‘cultural appropriation’ and make tacos. In the parking lot outside his place in the Old Market was this homeless woman crying hysterically asking God what it was that she ever did to anyone that she should deserve being on the street and having most of her possessions stolen. Nobody cared. Nobody stopped to help her. People avoided her like the plague.