Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for May 26, 2023

How about a basement apartment in Adams Morgan?

Go for Tuscany, the food’s better, and it’s warmer.

I had a conversation with a homeless woman in my neighborhood who had been a trial lawyer, a successful one, until the day she was suddenly unable to be in an enclosed space. She threw her TV out the window and climbed out after it and never voluntarily entered a building ever again. She also had some sort of very evident impulse control problem which affected her speech, she would just say things that mentally well people would only think. And she once told me as if it were a great compliment that I was real and not imaginary, she could tell. She was well-spoken and clearly intelligent. She lived in a car wash during the summer, I have no idea what she did in winter. Elmont makes me think of her.

Leave it to Elmont to want to live in Tuscany—the heart of Italian wine country!!

BTW, I’d love to visit there if I could afford it, LOL.

That’s it, Elmont. Go big or go home(less)!

Is this cartoon trying to prove Milton Friedman’s Theory of Permanent Income?

Been reading articles that there are a large number of Italian homes which can be purchased very cheaply, the government is trying to get someone to buy and fix them up.

Tuscany, where you can actually taste the purple of the grapes…

I’m trying to imagine Elmont on an airplane to Europe.

The images I get aren’t pretty.

That’s really not a bad deal, though I’m thinking the Italian tax laws and all that will bleed you dry.

My sister found a homeless guy and kind of adopted him. Moved him around to different sober living sites until he got kicked out and had to find a new one. She bought him his food and took him to the store as needed. He had been at ground zero when the towers came down and was unable to cope with life after that. Eventually, she got him to trust her enough to show her his bank deposit book. He had $175,000 in cash. She used that money to buy him an apartment unit where he could live and not disturb or be disturbed by anyone and be ‘happy.’ He was one of the lucky ones.

I do like Alice.

They could live on the grounds of the villa. :)

my youngest grandson lives in a tent in an overgrown area of the city. no rent, no bills, just goes and buys something to eat. when he works, a friend holds his cash. the kid is genius, but a drunk, so jobs get passed by. i’ve been homeless and i hated it. panhandling the Paseo in OKC, 1970. i’ll live in a broke-down RV trailer before that ever happens again.