I’m torn because the decision was somewhat arbitrary. If he had accepted my offer of food, I would have given him money as well. But since he refused the food, I couldn’t be sure.
Let me back up.
Late Thursday night I was on my way to buy a small hostess gift for a dear friend. The shop I headed for sits at the heart of the homeless congregation point at the local outdoor mall; which we Los Angelenos call the Third Street Promenade. Overall, I am pretty reluctant to hand …