A year ago, Rudy was living in a homeless shelter. The 68-year-old former insurance salesman had kidney disease, mental health issues, and a host of other serious health problems. And, as a self-described loner, he hated the shelters. “I couldn’t stand the crowds,” he said. One day, his shoes were stolen from under his bed while he slept. Another day it was his backpack, which contained his medications.

He left, used his social security check to buy a car, and made it his home for four cold, occasionally snowy months. Finally, he found a place he could afford. It’s tiny, there’s no water pressure, and the hot water is more lukewarm than hot, but Rudy doesn’t mind. “I’m happy with my shack,” he said. “It’s my own place that I can call home.” Continue reading →