Back in early June, I walked by an elderly gentleman a few times on McHenry Avenue in Modesto who had hidden himself among some thick Oleander bushes bordering a parking lot. The fellow was raggedly dressed and looked all but resigned to whatever fate had in store for him. He was surrounded by a few possessions and sat on a rickety wooden chair. When I asked if he needed anything, he didn’t respond – he just kept staring out at the passing traffic as it sped by.