“How a Tuxedoed Sommelier Wound Up Homeless in California
As life unraveled, a skilled wine steward joined the swelling ranks of homeless people in tents across the San Francisco Bay Area.”
I saw that article yesterday and wasn’t sure what the point of it was. Is the reader supposed to feel sorry for him? He has five kids by three different women, stole from the places he worked to support his crack habit, and now he’s on the street.
It’s not like he’s being paid so little that he has to live in a tent and wash his tuxedo in the river. He made a bunch of stupid choices and threw his life down the toilet. My take-away was don’t get involved with crack.
I would have felt for him had he suffered some injury, lost his sight and was consequently unable to work as a somm, or something like that. But he’s like that officer in Dallas who shot the guy living in his own house. He made a bunch of choices that put him in a situation.
To his credit, at least he’s trying to get out of it and at least in the article, he didn’t come across as blaming others.
Uhhhh, Al?? I thought being a Somm was about as low as you can go!!!
But I agree, it’s just another story about how much drug addiction can wreak destruction in one’s life.
That’s the real story here.
Tom