Are American Cities Becoming Dung Pits?

[drakke1]

A report dealing with our cities becoming a living hell due to rampant criminality and violence

http://endoftheamericandream.com/arc...-a-living-hell

[Psychic Child]

Drake1,
I think that cities have always been that way.
In the 1600 to the 1800 hundreds you hired bodyguards
to walk or carriage ride with you to your destination. Sea ports
were the worst. Things are better now.

When I was 15, [1945] I went to a comic strip/ cartoon school in Chicago.
I was an a very limited income, and had underestimated the cost of the
needed art supplies. There were days that I had a glass of milk and a
dumpster donut. After three or four days of that diet . . . .

It didn't seem fair I thought. All those rich people with money and I am hungry
it was "Just-Not-Fair!". I tried begging but it was a flop, I thought of mugging,
with my abilities I could do OK. But I just get myself to do it. Guardian wasn't
around to give me advice.


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I met another panhandler who suggested I sell my
pen/ink/watercolors. He helped me make a pinup
board from a refrigerate box, titled "Starving School Artist".
I sold enough each day to afford real meals for me and John.

The thing that stuck with me from all those years ago . . .
Is how angry I was at people with money.
Be in harmony,
be in beauty.
roger
note:
John the panhandler became my friend.
He showed me the best dumpsters and the
UnderCity of Chicago and I became the "ArtistKid".
and I was known and welcome everywhere.
When it was time for me to go home and start school,
John gave me this wisdom as a gift.

Under a Chicago street lamp in a misty late August evening . . .
we stood watching the Lemo's, Lincolns, and Rolls
glide by.
"There but for me go I" he said, gesturing . . . .
"That's your gift kid"
"Never forget it."
"Say it ! !"
I did and he walked into the darkness, his once new trench coat
flapping in the Chicago breeze.
I never forgot my gift or John.
A good mantra that.
"There but for me go I"

During that fall The church youth group and I
continued our little religious road show presentation
and talk-sermons around the City of Cleveland.
"There but for me go I" became the most requested
talk I gave, and played to standing room only at the
Cleveland and suburban churches.
I ended that talk
with a closing where I would have everyone
stand and loudly say: "Thank You John . . ."
beauty,
pc.