Chapter 2
How I got Involved in the Homeless Issue
Chapter 3
Bulldozing Homeless Encampments
Chapter 4
The Rescue Mission
Chapter 5 Dispatches from the War Zone
Chapter 6 The Lawsuit Against the City of Fresno
Chapter 7 The Disturbing and Tragic Death of Pam Kincaid
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Mike Rhodes has done a lot for homeless people. I was fortunate to be able to buy one of these books of his from him. However, after my friend, housemate and landlord of seven years, Fred Brengelman died in September, 2019, his son Erik Brengelman has made things rough for me, to get me out of the house which he apparently inherited. Many of my books were stuffed into a box and taken to a storage space that I have. Included was this book of Mike’s. In mid-December Erik went into my room where I had been living, without my permission, and put a lot of my stuff outside on a patio. Erik changed the locks in mid-December also. I had moved some of my stuff to another residence. However, a bicycle is my means of transportation, along with the buses. My storage space is a long ways from where I am now staying.
Before Fred died I had thoughts that when he would die, I might either inherit the house or become homeless. He told me that I was about the only one who cared whether he lived or died. I deserve better treatment than I have been given by Fred’s son Erik.
Erik has called my possessions “garbage”. Just after his father Fred died, Erik told me: “Why don’t you be a good man and go down the hall to your garbage and find you another place to live?”
Mike Rhodes has done a lot for homeless people. I was fortunate to be able to buy one of these books of his from him. However, after my friend, housemate and landlord of seven years, Fred Brengelman died in September, 2019, his son Erik Brengelman has made things rough for me, to get me out of the house which he apparently inherited. Many of my books were stuffed into a box and taken to a storage space that I have. Included was this book of Mike’s. In mid-December Erik went into my room where I had been living, without my permission, and put a lot of my stuff outside on a patio. Erik changed the locks in mid-December also. I had moved some of my stuff to another residence. However, a bicycle is my means of transportation, along with the buses. My storage space is a long ways from where I am now staying.
Before Fred died I had thoughts that when he would die, I might either inherit the house or become homeless. He told me that I was about the only one who cared whether he lived or died. I deserve better treatment than I have been given by Fred’s son Erik.
Erik has called my possessions “garbage”. Just after his father Fred died, Erik told me: “Why don’t you be a good man and go down the hall to your garbage and find you another place to live?”