If a picture is worth a thousand words, then Maria Telegdy’s photos from her recent stay at a Relax Inn, which she says is used as Section 8 housing, would make for a disturbing novel. Since we don’t have space for a novel here, we’ll just have to summarize her case and share the images with you. “My hotel is being used as Section 8 temporary housing. I demand a refund!”
You can’t be too prepared.
I understood that in the abstract sense — who doesn’t? — but it wasn’t until one day exactly 20 years ago that I learned what it really meant. That’s the drizzly, bitter cold Northern California day I discovered I was broke.
I lived in a rat-infested tool shed that had been turned into a spare bedroom in a run-down part of East Berkeley. Down to my last $20, I trudged up to Telegraph Ave., to visit my bank. There, an ATM delivered the bad news dispassionately: I didn’t have enough money in my account to cover next month’s rent.
Come March, I’d be homeless.
“There’s no such thing as too prepared”