Where do they go for support, these discarded people? Government and charitable agencies give them food and sometimes shelter but treat them like dirt. These unwanted folks gather on State Street where they give each other social and physical support they can't find elsewhere. There they can experience acceptance and human touch.
          When I first came to know these people I asked one group "who are you people and why are you here". Their answer took me by surprise. "We are a family," they said "we are The State Street Family".