do they go for support, these discarded people? Government and charitable agencies
give them food and sometimes shelter but treat them like dirt. These unwanted
folks gather on State Street where they give each other social and physical support
they can't find elsewhere. There they can experience acceptance and human touch.
When I first came to know
these people I asked one group "who are you people and why are you here". Their
answer took me by surprise. "We are a family," they said "we are The State Street