I read this morning a news story about homeless people in New York's LaGuardia Airport Terminal-B being kicked out. Officials will be closing doors at 11pm and shooing homeless to the outside.
The story made a memory pop into my head of an early evening long past. MsTioga and I were parked in San Diego. Our interior lights were off. I'd opened a window in order eavesdrop on some nearby homeless on the inside of the sidewalk, behind some bushes.
When I found that I could not clearly hear what the homeless men were saying, I began to think about their situation. I compared them to myself.
But for MsTioga, I too would be homeless. But with MsTioga, I had shelter. A bed. Toilet. A full kitchen. A heater to keep me warm. An air conditioner to keep me comfortable in the summer heat.
When I first drove MsTioga to San Diego, it was 2003. I was able to easily make Nite Camp all over San Diego. But as the years passed by, camping in San Diego became more difficult. No Parking signs went up restricting over nite camping. Sometime cops banged on MsTioga's door!
I marveled at my good fortune at owning MsTioga. Did you know that at the time that I began full timing, I did not have enough income to afford my apartment and buy food too? Being homeless was that close to me.