Yes, I'm preaching to the choir. Yes, this subject has been beaten to death. Yes, I am posting about it anyway.

I have noticed lately that I have an increasingly hard time distinguishing bedraggled commuters from homeless people when I am at the train station. Seriously. There have been so many occasions lately where I thought someone was a homeless person taking refuge in Penn Station, only to see them with an Amtrak ticket in hand or otherwise clearly not homeless. Something about the hair that hasn't seen a comb in 10 days, the men's elastic waist sweatpants, and stained tshirt, perhaps.

Sigh.