After a day of dealing with too many Persians at the Atlanta Rug Market, my co-worker and I are standing outside the downtown Ritz-Carlton when a gentleman (and I use that term loosely) approaches... "Ladies. Might I recite one of Dr King's speeches to you and in return you will give me some money? I am hungry."
Once again, I recognize that the homeless in Atlanta want to "work" for your donations. Not only do they want to "work", they are acutely aware of holidays.
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Sunday, January 20, 2008
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