Last night I was on my way to the parking lot. I had just finished a meeting at Morton’s steakhouse in the “City”. As normal, the homeless were scattered throughout the streets. Some walked up to me with their cups. The others were in wheelchairs, standing against a wall, hidden in a corner, or sitting on the sidewalk. Their existence is eminent. There used to be stronger laws for loitering. What do you do when the homeless have nowhere to go? They have only had cardboards and salvaged blankets. As I was passing some of the eateries, I was thinking how the owners overprice their food. A young man asked if I could help him get something to eat. My first instinct, was to say, “I’m sorry, I can’t.” I’ve given money many times, given my leftover food but of late, I donate to the professionals who know how to help the people. He simply said, “Ok, I understand.” I saw he was getting ready to cross the street. He was bothering anybody. I went back, ca