Ya just know the world is going to hell in a hand basket when the homeless are getting robbed.

“Homeless poet, sorry no poems, everything stolen while I went to eat. Nice city we live in, eh.”

 

So read ‘Crazzy’ Dave Dessler’s sign after he returned from dinner Friday to find his possessions had vanished.

 

For two years, Mr. Dessler has been a poem-writing fixture at George Street and Sussex Drive. In the winter, he shovels his stretch of pavement. Recently, he hauled garbage bags full of litter from the shrubs growing opposite his post.

I’m sure the the police are working really (really) hard to solve this one.