Several years ago, a bunch of homeless "free spirits" decided to squat at a county park. They were there for about a month until the public finally got sick and tired of them and the Sheriff removed them. While they were still there though, it didn't take too long before there were piles of garbage, dirty diapers, humane waste, and all the assorted leavings from their dogs, too.
Local homes in the area were burglarized while the owners were at work. The "free spirits" would harass park visitors with their panhandling and other tactics. Just a real pain in the wazoo.
One Saturday afternoon, one of my sons and a few of his high school buddies piled into the old pickup with their potato guns and headed down to the county park. They got several yards away and started bombarding the homeless community with these so-called "destructive devices."
It didn't take long until four or five of these potheads awoke out of their drug-induced stupors and started chasing my son and his buddies. Well, the boys piled into the pickup and sped off towards home.
The bunch of them came running into our kitchen, panting like a bunch of runaway racehorses. I had no idea what they'd been up to, so I asked.
"Hey, guys, whatcha been doin'?"
Without missing a beat, my son responded with, "We've been feedin' the homeless!"
Hmmmm. I don't know what it is with some of these people...they just never seem to appreciate the generosity of some folks.
