shacking up at the storage units

Before I get into regaling you with tales of reunion craziness during an upcoming update, let me bring it down a notch or two this morning. I have it on good authority from several people I know who run during the early morning hours that there are people living in storage units in our fair city. Now, this has probably been a solution for many of our fellow men for years now. Since I have had the privilege of living a life surrounded by walls and a roof, this option has never been one we've had to consider. However, next time you're out and about remember that there is a whole underlying civilization of people who are barely hanging on. These folks leave their storage units during the hot hours of day, to return very late with storage doors half open to let the breezes in, probably hoping for just a few hours of respite and rest. This is not the Caymans Holiday Inn, though, and these situations are probably a daily stress of fending off thieves, cops and other people trying to survive. These are the campers of twilight, the hangers on of the lower middle, the last resort before tent city off of your nearest interstate (we have a huge homeless pop here living in tents near our major highways, so prevalant that it is a huge glaring problem, obviously they would surely rather be working and living in dignity but who is paying attention?) This is not a moral fairy tale for you to consume in wistful sadness or guilt, but more of a gentle reminder that as we go about our tasks of nice living, there are those who live among temporary shelters,  with no windows and only one door out.