I have a story to tell. About 45 years ago, I went to a talk about homelessness in Philadelphia. My grandmother volunteered me to help with setup, taking coats, serving snacks, and whatever a teen could do. This was a charity event, and people were giving lots of money to help a local organization.
When we left, these folks who had just opened their wallets and were dressed in $3K suits and $500 high heels left out the front. There was a guy sleeping on a grate...