I drive to work each day traveling through immense wealth, my work place being in the middle of one of the wealthiest zip codes in the nation. I work at a place of tranquility and beauty, a place with a water fall, koi pond, Zen Garden, a place that has a view of Silicon Valley.
When I visit my nephew I travel to the other end of Silicon Valley, a place where poverty is king and tranquility is hard to find. Asphalt, box stores, and little else to satisfy the soul.
And there, next to my nephew, are those in this valley of hearts delight who have set up an encampment as the economy, the wealth in this valley, has passed them by and left them with no choice but to live next to a stream.