When a copy of A Chronic Problem finally hit the vil – it generated a whole lot of interest on the vil street.
Not so much for its content – people are so totally, completely and utterly used to the News Miner publishing articles that cast Natives in a bad light – that yet another isn’t even worth the effort it takes to roll one’s eyes and say – here we go again.
Nope, what captured interest was the photo spread that accompanied the first article.
“Yo – look man – it’s your shoes!”
“And those there, those are my knees, man!”
“Ohhh, look, look there, that’s M----, see right there on the end of the bench!”
Inquiring minds might want to know how anybody could peg pants and shoes as their own – don’t many boots look alike, and how can you tell one pair of carhartts from another, for instance?
Well, because despite what the article implied, quite a few of these so-called chronic inebriates were not so blotto as to a) not be able to tell the photographer not to take their picture, at least not from the knees up, and b) not remember when the reporter/photographer came through downtown last spring.
So there they were, jocularly identifying quite a number of people in the photos that certainly are not homeless – including themselves – from the comfort of, well, their homes.