Have You Ever Been Homeless? I Have.

And I’ve Been Desperately Hungry, Too

Decades ago, in between various moves, back and forth, between Los Angeles and my hometown of Rochester, New York, I was homeless for three days and desperately hungry on several occasions.

Although “occasion” is not really the appropriate word to describe either of those situations because, as you may imagine or maybe even know first-hand, being homeless and/or desperately hungry are not uplifting experiences.

For starters, let’s start with the “hungry” part.

In the 1980s, I doubled as a front-desk/waiter of an upscale private club in L.A., where membership was approximately $10,000 per month, plus various daily expenses, many of which involved three gourmet meals per day.

I loved the job, really. I was fascinated by the constant interaction with the extremely wealthy, many of whom were gracious and kind, while others, well, not so much.

Two instances stick out in my mind:

One year, at a Christmas party I was worked as a waiter, a young colleague of mine, a waiter-in-training, as it were, accidentally spilled an entire tray of several lobster dinners all over the bright red dress of a female partier that evening.