Five weeks today.
This is what homelessness looks like...
We just keep moving from place to place. Everything we have packed up in the back four foot by five foot space of our REBA truck.
Moving from one hotel to another. One 'online' deal to another. Trying to stay ahead of our bank account.
No money left for doctors. Prescriptions running out.
In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
This Land Is Your LandWords and Music by Woody Guthrie
