There’s a grocery not far from my house; it’s in a shopping center with a half dozen other stores.

There’s a big, shared parking lot; small trees cluster here and there in the cement-lined dirt planter boxes.

And there’s three cars parked together, and a man, a woman, and maybe three to four dogs living in those cars.

Plenty could be said, suffice as such: folks shouldn’t have to live out of their cars; neither should dogs.

Quite the state of affairs we have. Quite the state.