Why are City Councils so mean that everywhere that a bench exists where a person could sleep--they put arms in the middle so they can't. If someone has no home they should be allowed to legally sleep where they find a spot. We, the lucky ones, should make sure the benches don't have arms in the middle, the city codes allow sleeping in cars and parks. For God's sake!
Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen. A novel of star-crossed lovers, set in the circus world circa 1932. When Jacob Jankowski, recently orphaned and suddenly adrift, jumps onto a passing train, he enters a world of freaks, grifters, and misfits, a second-rate circus struggling to survive during the Great Depression, making one-night stands in town after endless town. A veterinary student who almost earned his degree, Jacob is put in charge of caring for the circus menagerie.