I looked out my kitchen window last Friday and saw a man sprawled half on the sidewalk and half on the street, with his belongings in a garbage bag in the crosswalk nearby.
Whether he was drunk and/or drugged and/or just had a heart attack, nobody seemed to know or care.
The young man on his mobile device ignoring the old man in a pose of crucifixion felt like a perfect snapshot of San Francisco right now.
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Just curious... what happened to the parking space?
Uh huh. Now if he had been a dog in distress it would have been a different matter.
Dear Willie: Good question.
Dear Hattie: Actually, that happened last year where some street person left their dog tied to a fence, crying and barking, and everyone got on their phone to animal control.
I actually thought this was somewhat useful:
http://brokeassstuart.com/blog/2016/02/18/what-to-do-when-someone-is-having-a-mental-health-crisis-on-the-street/
Not sure what I think of the source, but better than nothing.
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