This morning there was a breakfast, sponsored by the Interfaith Service Bureau , in the Grand Hall , that brought together slightly-raggedy homeless people and well-dressed politicians and religious leaders and assorted other mucky-muck s. With Libby Fernandez prancing around, acting like the Grand Poobah , and a table near the entrance for SafeGround to advertise their supposed yummy goodness, it was difficult not to experience the event as more of a donations grab by the Leftist wing of the homeless-aid industry than any kind of wisdom exchange ― which is what it all, sort of, build itself up to be. A tasty meal, certainly there was, with scrambled eggs and potatoes and muffins and bagels and coffee. Among those serving us, buffet style, where pleasant police-men and -women in full regalia. At big round tables with white cloths and fancy water glasses the grandly housed and we, the homeless rabble, rubbed elbows. To the left of me at my table was a housed lady in red w...
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