Cheapskate that I am, I made a practice of parking about eight blocks away from my downtown office, in the direction of the “bad” part of town. (The parking rate was 10 cents a day – really!) I never had any problems.
As many of you know, I then retired and moved to Aspen. About six years ago, I bought a second home in Denver, in a downtown high-rise condo. I get around.
But now I’m done with my downtown Denver condo. What’s happened to downtown Denver in just the last three years is disgraceful and disgusting.
It’s simply overrun with vagrants. You know, the people we used to call “bums” until “bums” developed a connotation of aimlessness, thieving, voluntarily unemployed, substance-abusing beggars; and then called “homeless” until “homeless” developed a connotation of aimlessness, thieving, voluntarily unemployed, substance-abusing beggars; and then called … well, you get the idea.
So, I’ll simply call these feral humans by their scientific name, “vagrants.” I mean no disrespect in calling them vagrants. To be clear, I do passionately disrespect the vagrants, but calling them vagrants is not my means for expressing that disrespect. This blog is.
“Vagrant” is simply a timeless and accurate term that saves me the trouble and correctness of looking up the latest woke jargon on the subject, for fear of offending someone who – let’s be honest – is not very likely to read this anyway.
Denver now boasts the fourth worst vagrancy problem outside of California, and the tenth worse in the country. This is for a city of modest size compared to San Francisco, LA, Chicago, Atlanta and New York. In vagrancy, Denver is playing big.