Living downtown it's easy to see the plight of homeless as a leading indicator of the overall economy. When the economy is doing alright grifters mostly just look for spare change for a tiny bit of financial freedom, "luxuries" like a coca-cola on a warm day, or hot coffee on a cool one. The homeless I've talked to (or tried to avoid, based on demeanor) the last few months have me on edge that the economy is not healthy and this is going to be a grim winter.

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Smeap is the honk of a flamingo. Smeap was also at least once, a storybook land at the weird intersection of TV ads and the worlds they seem to inhabit. It was a place where wars were fought over sodas, and talking polar bears had very good reasons to guard soda machines. It was a place where rainbow color candies were harvested for electric power. It was a place where a prairie dog might move to big city inhabited mostly by Pink Flamingos to follow her dream to be private investigator, only to get slowly entangled in the seedy underbelly of crime and prohibited soda trading of the Neon Flamingos and their syndicate. Social media at times lately feels like it has become almost entirely seedy underbelly with very little upside. Maybe it needs more storybook worlds.