As you see in the photo the nearby dumpster provides easy diving as well as convenient disposal of garbage accumulations for community volunteers policing the area. Note also the ‘donation’ bin located middle right. Nearby residents are thereby able to voluntarily dispose of items of their own choosing rather than having things stolen willy-nilly from their vehicles and homes. A pad located at the donation bin informs residents of the high-rise of who is contributing, and who is not carrying part of the load voluntarily.
Couple of things here. First, a followup: Hobo Hilton highs for homeless
Opaque windows on all four sides at all levels to allow both privacy and lights are only one of the imaginary, unique, compassionate features.
Riding by one of these the other evening with Jeanne the inside was actually lit. Couldn’t tell whether there were any homeless in there, but it was clear I’m correct about what these things are all about. Despite the skepticism communicated in secret smiles every time I tell someone what they are.
Good they’ve got those opaque windows so those hobos can have some privacy doing whatever it is they’re doing in there all lit up at night. Comforting to know. I’d love to see the inside of one, find out which floor the bathroom’s on, whether they’ve got a basement in case of tornado threats.
Nice little parking area there for shopping carts, but it’s vacant in this pic.
Okay, then there’s the other thing.
Had to take Mr. Hydrox to the vet last week. First time he’s visited a physician this century. Because of the fact he couldn’t pee. Cost ‘way up there pushing the borderline of $100, but I got him pissing again, got some green pills to give him in hopes they’ll kill whatever germs were corrupting his urinary tract making little grains of sandlike abrasive to foul his works.
For a while there I thought I was going to outlive the last damned feline I have a contract with. That would feel truly weird. Free at last, Great God Almighty Free at Last sort of thing.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 
Oh so sorry for Hydrox. Sure glad they were able to help him. I do so hate to see a critter suffer. Thankfully, since they don’t speak English it is good they seldom need medical attention ’cause they don’t say it hurts here or I can’t …..what ever. Give him (or her) an ear scratching for me. Blessings, Mary
For me too! Get well, Hydrox!
Thanks Chuck. He’s alive this morning, not yowling and peeing blood. Small blessings. Gracias, J
My son’s cat had bladder crystals and may have had bleeding too. The vet was able to help him. I almost lost Hunter to some illness which took 2 vet vacations for a few days and I really thank the Lord that he pulled through. Close one. We couldn’t find him at all one day, but eventually found him in the unused computer cabinet part of the desk and facing the wall like he was waiting to die. So sad. Yea vets!
Hi Mary: He had a rough night. I’m hoping today isn’t his last day J
Jack,
Is Hydrox your last? Love my kitties. Will hate to lose any of them.
Special places in the heart where a defib can’t help.
Keep attitude and Rock On!
Chuck
Speedy recovery to Hydrox. I hope the Hobo Hilton is lit up like Motel 6, “We’ll keep the lights on for you” instead of as a deterrent.
Anonymous: Nobody said it would be easy in the hobo department. Hydrox survived the night, I’m consulting the vet again sometime today, maybe get more antibiotics or change the ones I’m giving him. Gracias, J
A good life of respect is what matters when it all comes down to the wire. Hope Hydrox makes good use of the meds and brings you happiness.
Hi Dragonfly; I’m prone to think I could survive without the respect part in a pinch. But the good life might qualify as the lowest common denominator for something. Gracias, J