Good grief! (part 2)As I type this, it's 46 and raining in Orlando. My kitchen is warm and cozy.
In the pre-dawn darkness, the phone rings. The police are rousting a group of homeless people who sleep under an overpass in downtown Orlando. (No box-cutters were reported.)
There is no room in any of the shelters in town. They're all full. There's no place for these people to go -- and now they're being awakened and forced to get out from under the only roof they can find.
The cold rain is still falling. And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.