Last Christmas, after spending time with family and friends, I spent the rest of my afternoon and evening at Bean’s Café playing Christmas music for the patrons there. I had to look real hard to see Native people. There were at least 100 folks give or take, mostly white, some Black, some Samoans, some Asians, all from this town that seems to hate them all with a passion.

There’s a lot of anger here on these poor pages. People vent about the less fortunate. Lots of angst. Angry words. Smart-alecky and high and mighty. No thoughts of giving of one’s self. 

It’s sad to witness the poor having no place to call home except Brother Francis and Bean’s. Families with kids. The old and elderly. All races. All colors. 
That’s how it is.