I was panhandled today. My first encounter of the new year, with someone of the panhandling persuasion. I was approached while sitting in my car in the parking lot of the downtown post office.

The man's story was that he had just arrived from New Orleans. (Isn't he a little bit late getting out?) He said that he and his family were staying in a motel on Highway 80 and that he was trying to "build enough" to get some chicken wings and a loaf of bread. There was more to his story, and I just let him talk for a while, but, in my opinion, it was just a tale invented to generate money. No matter. I gave him five dollars. He asked me to join his family for dinner. I politely turned him down.