THE HOMELESS PETS OF HARVARD SQUARE -- by Steve Nadis
I stopped off at CVS on the way back from my daughter's preschool this morning to buy some cat food. "Is that for the homeless guy in front with the cat and dog?" the cashier asked. "People have been buying pet food for him all day."
"No," I replied. "I didn't see the guy. I was selfishly thinking of my own cat."
But upon reflection, the whole thing strikes me as a bit odd. All day long, people have been buying food for the homeless guy's cat and dog, but they're not buying food for the homeless guy himself. Why is it we can't bear the sight of hungry animals, yet we have hardened ourselves to the sight of hungry, homeless people?


Are we to assume you would only feel it was for the man if it was a doughnut, beef jerky or candybar? Seems petfood if a HECK of a lot more healthy nutrition-wise than most any 'people-food' you get in a convenience store.
(I like the Figaro tuna best, myself...;) (Comment this)
I've always called it like I see it.
(I've found it makes for "dramatic"
Internet relations ;)
Go get the poor guy a juicy, hot #9 @ D'Angelo's & see how the public reacts.
Then, notice if he shares it w/ his 'friends'... (Comment this)
Say, there's a new daily phenomena up here in Dover NH (& towns all along the coasts) that's quietly become the norm: Seagulls- thousands of 'em, stream up to the landfills at daybreak & stream back to their seacoast nesting areas as dusk approaches. (If only the oceans were transparent, we might see what we've done to the marine environment) (Comment this)