But in the course of having to process my own feelings on the matter, I've taken up touring our California coastline.
A journey is in order.
Walter, my dog psychiatrist and I drove up the coast and began a series of starts and stops which lead us to question a lot of things.
Right outside Gaviota where Walt and I stopped there was a sign for a road. We didn't know anything about this road except it curls around the coastline.
We followed it only to find a sign telling us to get off "their property" as it's private.
While we drove to this "cattle ranch" I made note of the fact that at 7 am there were many cars and vans, all brand new in style, coming and going from behind this private fence.
And the vehicles who apparently were very busy taking care of their coastal cows, kept buzzing my car, tail gating and acting in a threatening manner.
Who owns this cattle ranch? And what the hell are they doing there?
As we progressed around the bend from the "cattle ranch" I made note that the train tracks are the biggest impediment to our gorgeous California Coastline.
My car began to overheat so I took a quick turn off the road where I found a homeless man making some coffee.
He and his dogs were friendly and he offered help to me as smoke and water spurted out of my engine.
His job in Texas was minimum wage, his wife divorced him, his children still in college.
He sold his truck for a van, and now has somewhere to stretch his legs when he sleeps. But having a van doesn't mean he can find a place to stop for the night.
Campgrounds cost upwards of $30 a night and with no job, that would be a luxury.
Most people in this country and stuck in what is called "30 days to homelessness." A woman some 20 years ago shared with me that her husband had worked for the oil companies for years then was laid off.
She became conscious of our fragile state of being as we either rent or have a mortgage payment and no job, means no home in far too many cases.
I made a point that people have huge homes in Santa Barbara and certainly could spare a room and a shower.
So far, he's had no offers, but several people have brought him food.
I awoke to a CHP asking me if I was all right. I told him the car was overheating and I was waiting to add water.
He gave me a nod, but drove down the tiny road where I was sitting in front next to the 101 freeway. I had already driven down there, and taken these pictures.
Is someone from Amtrack, the state, staying there? If so, why such a big residence? I could throw one hell of a party in either of the large houses I got a glimpse of through the trees.
More and more.
The bi-polar American on the California coast.
Next series: Is food addictive? My cousin says yes, which answers a partial question about what happened to me in Europe recently.