I spent three months in S. Barbara. I hated it for this reason. All I could see were the homeless, ignored. Once, a homeless person's wheelchair tripped on a curb and he fell off into the street. People literally walked over him until I picked him up and back into his chair.

I'd lived in Atlanta for several years before but the attitude of the well do to the poor was obscene.

When I left, I vowed I would never live in coastal California again.