Amigo Kai, fellow traveler through the locura of Denver, and source of strength, writes about his experience:

On the ride from our Lakewood hotel into the teeming heart of downtown Denver, I’m looking out the window as we roll past homeless folks lined up outside the community service center. I see a thirty-something blonde woman wearing jeans and a white tank-top standing on the side of the road holding a cardboard sign welcoming DNC attendees and asking for spare change.

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