The second day of my trip to Sacramento’s infamous (and now non-existent) tent city began with a discovery: a bike path. But this was not just any bike path. As tent city residents flew past me, I realized this one seemed to be the thoroughfare for the homeless population.
I met Plunket on that bike path (I was able to get him to stop by yelling “free socks”). He lived in tent city, but was forced to move three times that week. When I asked him what America can do about the tent city crisis he responded, “Just give them a little bit of space. They want to feel like they belong, too.”