Seattle’s unsheltered homeless problem has hit close to home for me; about six blocks from where I live, to be exact. My emotions, like this entire city’s, are conflicted.
Until recently, homelessness in Northgate has been a low-key affair. I’d see the occasional early-morning sleeping bag in the park, or the sad evening sleeper in a neighborhood doorway. I’d notice trash near the now fenced off overpass.
“Yes, we have homelessness up here,” I’d think, “but not like downtown.”