With spring waiting on the next corner and times being what they are, the relevant questions is: How do you feel about panhandlers?
Do you see them as children of God down on their luck, or as annoying mooches whose only interest is their next half-pint?
Do you dig into your pocket? Refuse to make eye contact? Exhort your fellow pilgrims to get jobs?
Me? I tend to stop and cough up my change, even when I’m pretty sure it’ll end up at the Downtown Party Store. The smelly guy in the ratty coat could be a test.
