How I joined the ranks of Brooklyn's homeless... NOT one of my life's great ambitions, believe me. I'm expanding this blog to include resources, solutions, and much more, and plan to collaborate with other homeless folks I've met along the way... the homeless population is far more diverse than popular opinion might acknowledge. Calling 311 for help is pretty much useless; I've found out more from talking to other homeless people over the past 6 months than from any other resource around.

Monday, December 17, 2007

It's crowded, but at least I'm not on the street...

I've been meaning to keep the Chronicle up to date ever since I moved out of my old 12th Street apartment, but it's been a little difficult to do it for a couple of reasons - first, the initial week or two afterward was so hectic and chaotic that I could barely think straight. Then, of course, there's the issue of privacy in a large studio apartment with three people and two cats living in it... and a computer that's been quirky about when it allows us to connect to the internet (how many of you are stuck dealing with Windows Vista and loathe it as much as I do? I can't be the only one who thinks it's the worst operating system on the market - so many gremlins and bugs it's beyond belief and almost makes me wish we could just go back to the old DOS system where if you hit a problem and were patient enough, you could tweak the code a bit or simply backup your data, reformat and wipe the disk, and reinstall DOS and be on your merry way - yeah, it was slow, and I recall several LONG weekends spent doing that, but at least you could be assured that once completed, it would be quite a while before you'd need to do it again and you might actually gain some space afterwards).

I've spent several weeks now living with my soon-to-be-ex and son in a studio. The cats seem to be totally thrilled with the arrangement; they have free access to all sorts of meat products now that I rarely had in my house, and they've come to expect fragments of kielbasa as a supplement to the usual cans of cat food. The tomcat has started to hang out ON the table, which was never permitted in my house - he knew better. Although my ex howls about fur and paws that have been in the litter box in close proximity to food, I have to say I doubt the tomcat would be so bold if somehow he didn't sense that the rules around here are something along the lines of Wild West Saloon style. The ex and the son are the gunslingers dealing cards and ordering sarsaparilla and whiskey near the bar, and I'm the piano player hiding in the back trying to stay out of the main line of action. He may also sense that critters with a y chromosome are in the dominant majority here. Who knows.

Both of them have had a running cold for weeks now. I'm the germaphobe in the family, especially since I'm the one who had an incredibly bad winter two years ago when I caught bronchitis from my son, who was in first grade at the time (a particularly germ-ridden year for most kids) that I couldn't shake for 8 or 9 months. It drove me to seek assistance from a particularly horrendous pulmonary specialist, whose prescriptions and diagnoses were almost worse than the bug itself - I had every side effect known, and ended up spending countless hours in the emergency room at Methodist Hospital (not a place you want to go unless you're doing research on first-hand experiences of Dante's Inferno). When I had the nice, large apartment of my own, it became customary at the first signs of a particularly bad bug to set my son up in his room with massive quantities of orange juice, drawing materials, a giant box of tissues, and kids' stories on tape from the library until he seemed like he was out of the woods, and cross my fingers. There's no room to do that here; the kid and the ex have been running at the nose and coughing like tuberculars for weeks, and yesterday, I collapsed for a three hour nap at around noon - also difficult in a small space, but I just couldn't shake the awful sinking feeling of being in the grip of a nasty flu. I woke up dizzy and spaced out this morning, realizing also that my doctor in the Slope was a good 30 minute bus trip away should I decide to brave the elements and beg for a walk-in appointment - and there was a half hour panic attack this morning after the ex and the kid left for school and work when I realized that I was really on my own for the duration of the day - far from my doctor, completely out-of-the-question too far from any of my old friends and neighbors to ask for help should I continue to feel dizzy and out of it - and I'm the designated picker-upper of the kid at the end of the day, and the trip from Kensington to Red Hook and back seemed especially brutal in sub-freezing weather and a nasty batch of crud sitting in my chest and sinuses. The trip takes an hour each way, barring any unforeseen hangups like I encountered a week and a half ago on a Friday night, when there were signal problems on the F that knocked it completely out of service northbound at Church Avenue. Fortunately, when I got up to street level, I discovered that the 67 bus now runs substantially further south than I thought it did, and I was able to get a shop keeper in a local corner store to let me use his phone to call my son's after school program to let them know about the delay and jump on a very crowded bus.

It's bleak down here in Kensington. I hate the longer walk to the F train to the point that I often find myself paying an extra fare to take the 68 bus along Coney Island Avenue up to Bartel Pritchard Square, then transferring to the F at 15th Street and continuing on from there. The streets are dead quiet all day and all night; there are only a few signs of life here for hours, and run more to local squirrels and birds than humans. I'm not used to this; it's what I left Queens years ago to get away from - even Flatbush has more life. I feel isolated and cut off, and every time I come through Park Slope on my way to retrieve my son from his after school program, I find myself missing Park Slope and my old life even more painfully than I ever thought I would. I walk down familiar streets there now feeling like an outsider rather than a member of the community and a part of its lively fabric.

Saturday, December 1, 2007

I GUESS YOU HAVE TO BE REALLY "OUT" WITH YOUR HOMELESSNESS TO GET PAID ATTENTION TO...

Not to sound heartless, but I wonder, after reading this article, whether there aren't a lot of less obvious homeless people around the Slope area who are having a heck of a time getting services because they don't have the same kind of "high profile" as the fellows mentioned in this piece. I also wonder whether these guys are getting services offered them now because they're seen as public nuisances to be gotten rid of quickly because a few well-placed folks are getting annoyed with them.

Either way, it's really cold out there tonight... nobody should have to be homeless during the winter of all seasons.




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December 1, 2007 / News / The Stoop / Park Slope
Pastor and rabbi unite to help Slope homeless
By Dana Rubinstein
The Brooklyn Paper
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The Brooklyn Paper / Nicole Braun
Rev. Daniel Meeter (left) and Rabbi Andy Bachman discuss ways to help the homeless, several of whom spent the summer sleeping at Meeter’s Old First Reform Church.

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The three homeless men who sparked a flurry of soul searching in Park Slope — and the ire of a local pastor — after refusing to moderate their drinking and noise-making have abandoned their long-time hangout on the steps of the Old First Reformed Church, but they have left a legacy behind.

Rev. Daniel Meeter, Rabbi Andy Bachman of Congregation Beth Elohim, and the Park Slope Civic Council have formed the “Park Slope Coalition for the Homeless,” which will be devoted to improving the well-being of the dozens of homeless who flock to the Slope for its wealth of, well, wealth.

The incipient group was borne from a Nov. 20 meeting with the city’s Department of Homeless Services.

The next day, Bachman posted the Coalition’s four basic principles on his blog, www.andybachman.com: “Acknowledge with dignity those who are homeless. … Work for their dignity and safety. Connect them to the variety of homeless services in the city. Support the provision of services to these people.”

It’s not as though Meeter hadn’t been trying to do just that.

As The Brooklyn Paper reported last month, three men had taken up residency on the steps of the Old First Church this summer: Robert Royster, who’d been an on-and-off visitor for years, Will Franklin, who drank on the stoop yet slept elsewhere, and Frank Silano.

Meeter first tried to help, getting Franklin a job at a local Key Food — a job he soon lost. The pastor also gave the men leftover food and offered to help them get treatment. His deacon knitted them scarves.

But nothing helped. After the men “started urinating and losing self-control,” Meeter said he asked them to leave.

“There was a week in July when I said, ‘Hey guys, it’s over,’ and I started throwing their stuff out and chasing them away. Problem was, they’d come back — and now they were hostile.”

But Meeter said the final kicker was Sunday, Oct. 21, when he discovered that the men had hidden a steel bar behind the church wall.

“I saw the steel bar as a weapon. It was all beyond tolerance,” said Meeter.

After Meeter wrote about the situation on his blog, www.oldfirst.blogspot.com, the story became the talk of Park Slope, with plenty of people defending Meeter’s right to get frustrated by the homeless men on his doorstep, but others questioned the pastor’s inability to turn the other cheek.

“I thought that the church was about the awesome, unrelenting, compassionate, power of God,” wrote one person on Meeter’s blog. “I guess…the world is changing.”

Later, Bachman wrote to Meeter and, with the help of the Park Slope Civic Council, set up a meeting with the city to create the new organization.

It’s already bearing fruit, Meeter said.

“I saw Robert Royster walking up Carroll Street,” Meeter said. “I told him, ‘Robert, I’m going to call Common Ground [a homeless services organization], and they’d like to come and meet with you to determine what services they can provide.’ We met him outside of Key Food. He’s now in their system for medical care and permanent housing.

“Today, I talked to another homeless guy I know near the Q train on Flatbush Avenue.”

Not bad for the organization’s first week. Not that the rabbi hasn’t been pulling his weight, too. On his blog, Bachman wrote about his efforts to help a “chronically homeless man,” prompting responses ranging from congratulatory to skeptical.

“I admire everyone’s optimism in this effort, but know many social workers and others in this community [who] have personally made intense efforts to connect various homeless individuals with appropriate services over the years and have been rebuffed,” wrote a woman named Janet.

Be that as it may, Meeter and company are determined to try. It’s not as though the homeless problem is going away anytime soon.

“There’s been a homeless problem in Park Slope for decades, and we expect it to continue for as long as there is wealth here and relative safety,” said Meeter. “Today, I encountered four homeless people just between the Q train on Flatbush and the church.”


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I guess that to receive help in avoiding becoming homeless (or help once you actually become homeless) - or even get NOTICED as needing help, you really have to act out in public... atrracting all sorts of attention to yourself.

The article talks about organizations and social worker types who offer help to people facing this sort of crisis, and yet, if you just happeh to be a college-educated white women who's over 45 with a small child, the organizations and social workers don't seem to think you need help as badly - in spite of being totally broke, in spite of needing the help just as badly as a bunch of guys who hang out on a very busy street in a very well off part of Brooklyn.

Oh well. HRA and Common Ground and a whole raft of other charities, social service agencies, etc., certainly haven't been at all helpful to me when I've actively reached out and requested any sort of help - and I've been very strenuously and actively jobhunting for over a year (and I have quite a few qualifications that would work in several types of jobs, and I don't mind taking "survival" jobs.

Take a look at what I've been going through:
http://homelesschronicle.blogspot.com/
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Saturday, November 24, 2007

Here's a truly "charming" photo of the ex...


And no, this isn't representative of MY photographic skills... the kid took the picture on Dad's cell phone, and then emailed it to me. (Jeez, these kids today - I couldn't even type when I was 8)


Thursday, November 22, 2007

Just noticed something....

When I posted the info on NYC Housing info, I didn't realize that the template was going to essentially chop off the right half of the post. When I have time to tinker, I'll either figure out how to re-size it, or re-post it in a different format.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

source for more resources

Here's a link to another of my blogs that has a lot of resources for tenants: http://realestatewars.blogspot.com/

Monday, November 19, 2007

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A Short-Term Reprieve - of sorts

I called the Marshal's Office this afternoon (again - the fellow answering the phone has started to recognize my voice) and he told me that they're NOT COMING THIS WEEK. I asked him if he was absolutely, positively certain of that and he assured me it was so. I wished him the best Thanksgiving ever.

I'm so relieved - one small ray of light in an otherwise horrible, hideous week. I'm way behind in getting stuff packed, and while I realize how lame that is, a lot of it has had to do with being totally and completely stressed to the point of numbness. Now at least I feel like a weight is off my back - I'm still planning on getting my stuff out either Thursday or Friday, but I also have an opportunity to take a run back through over the weekend if need be and retrieve any last, almost lost treasures. And I feel like the brain-fog has finally lifted and I can think straight again for the first time in days.

I want to thank everyone reading this who's offered various sorts of help, financial and otherwise. I also want to thank everyone who's listened sympathetically, offered moral support, and just generally made me feel like I'm not completely alone in this mess.
I've spoken to the Marshal's office to plead with them to give me until Friday before they come and lock me out. They're definitely NOT coming today or tomorrow, and their offices are closed Thursday and Friday, but there's always a chance that they'll show up on Wednesday... and I won't know until I call them back this afternoon around 4. Meanwhile, I have a couple of neighbors willing to let me park a couple of small boxes in corners for a couple of days so I can at least pull some of my stuff out of the place over the next few days....

I've considered talking to the landlord to ask whether they can give me until the end of the week to retrieve as much as I can; several friends have said that's probably a good idea, but the Marshal's office has told me that it's probably not a great idea unless I'm on good terms with the landlord (and obviously, I'm not, because I'm being evicted, DUH!) because it will only annoy the landlord more. On the other hand, I wonder whether I've actually got anything to lose by just asking... the worst they can say is NO.

I can also go to Housing Court to file for legal access to the apartment to retrieve my property, but I really feel that the priority today and tomorrow is to pack as quickly and efficiently as possible, and get as much out of the apartment before Wednesday as possible, and hope that they end up not scheduling me for Wednesday so that I can just put everything into storage on Thursday.

If anyone has any information they can offer on negotiating with the landlord and Marshal, please post something! I personally think it makes good sense to present my case in terms of business: if the landlord lets me get my stuff out myself, he won't have to hire a crew of people to pack my stuff up and pay for storage. But that's only my own non-legal opinion.

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Sunday, November 18, 2007

still packing - and trying not to panic

The marshal's not due to lock me out until after Monday.... but my husband told me Friday night that he didn't have the $200 together right now to cover a storage space (after telling me he'd help me get my stuff into storage) and won't until either Wednesday or Thursday when his paycheck gets direct deposited in his bank account. I feel so sick at this point with worry it's about all I can do to keep  my head on straight while my son's with me for the weekend. I've asked friends for a loan until the end of the week, but of course the timing's terrible.

Of course, Monday morning I could try negotiating with the landlord and beg for a few more days until after Thanksgiving, but I'm not counting on that - and of course, the Marshal might not actually be able to get here until later on in the week, but this is all "what if".

And of course I still have a monumental amount of stuff to pack - but I've focused so far on packing my son's stuff, which my ex can take down to his place in a cab Sunday afternoon/evening, so we can at least save what's important to the kid. And now I just have to focus on grabbing the absolutely most essential stuff of mine that I can't do without. But I didn't get to bed until after 1 a.m., and it's 6 a.m. now, and I'm SOOO shaky, and I don't know what to do (I'm going to try to lie down for a little while longer until my son gets up).

I hate to ask, it's so embarrassing, but can anyone in the group loan me the $200 until the end of the week? I promise to pay it back promptly by or on the weekend. I'm going to continue asking around through my friend and acquaintances in the neighborhood as well, but it's such short notice... I can't help but believe that this "oversight" of my ex's is just part of him trying to see how much I can take before I crack (I won't crack, but I'll lose a lot of things I care about... I keep trying to tell myself that it's all just "things" and that life will go on afterwards, but it's still hard).

For anyone that hasn't already seen the rest of what I've posted here, I've set up a blog at http://homelesschronicle.blogspot.com.

Meanwhile, I hope you all have a terrific Thanksgiving!
Emily
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Friday, November 16, 2007

one of the most annoying things....

One of the things that bothers me the most about the situation I'm in is the attitude that some people I've dealt with over the past months while trying to avert a complete disaster; my soon-to-be-ex husband is the worst, but that's an automatic "given" because he's abusive and spent most of our marriage verbally abusing me and putting me down anyway - it's much more bothersome coming from other people who don't know much about me and are making snap judgements based on their personal prejudices: the thing I have issue with is that somehow I must "deserve" what I'm going through because I'm not trying hard enough.
 
I'm a college educated person with many, many years of work experience and quite a few skills. I started working part time when I was 16, and only stopped working when I had my son so that I could stay home to raise him, rather than having him raised by a nanny or day-care center. I made the decision WITH my husband; I don't have a problem with other women going back to work when their children are small, but I DO feel very strongly that one of the biggest and most overlooked points of the equal rights / womens' movement was that women were supposed to be able to make the CHOICE to either advance in their careers, or raise their children in responsible ways as they see fit, or find ways to do both if at all possible. I'm not a lazy person; although I've been a dedicated mother and enjoyed most of it, I've also hated the poverty throughout the marriage and after the separation that being out of the workforce mandated. But I always assumed that I'd be able to go back to work with relative ease once my son was in school - especially after he started participating in his school's after school program. I miss the independence of having my on income, every minute of every day. But staying home with my son was also a decision I made because my conscience and gut spoke clearly: since I had a child at 39, and was planning on having only one, I felt strongly that for his sake, he deserved to be raised by the people closest to him - his parents, primarily by me. What's the point of having a child if you're going to treat it like a pet that you can leave home while you go out every day to do something else, at least during those early years before the child is school-age? I'm not knocking other womens' choices on this; this is the choice I made for my family, and now I'm being kicked in the ass for having made that decision, over and over and over again. IT WAS A LEGITIMATE CHOICE, and I feel like I did the right thing, and I'm sick of being "punished" for it.
 
Being dependent on my husband has been loathesome for years. I want as much independence from him as possible, especially now that it's clear that he's going way out of his way to make sure I'm miserable, broke, and have nothing.
 
I've tried nearly everything I can think of to get work. I have to work on the books in order to prove I AM working, in order to satisfy social service agencies I may need loans from, and to ensure I have shared custody of my son. I don't leave the house without printed copies of my resume on hand and a flash drive with a copy of my resumes and writing samples on it, along with samples of my photography. I've joined Idealist, craigslist, Monster, and other online sources for employment. I'd rather work for a museum or cultural institution, but I'm willing to do retail work (especially this time of year)l.  My phone bill is ridiculously high because of all the faxes and calls I've been making searching for work. I've registered with temp agencies. Still, nothing seems to be working out, and my life is going down the toilet.
 
I'm not a bad person; half of my career and most of my personal humanities/arts projects have involved helping others.
 
I don't deserve what's happening to me.
 


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temporary solution #1a

My surly and generally uncooperative ex has grudgingly consented to let me stay at his place for a brief period of time after I leave my apartment. I must need to have my head examined - he's hell to live with, which is why we separated in the first place - but if I can  manage to keep the sojourn as brief as possible, it's an alternative to a refrigerator box under a bridge or the shelters, and it gives me access to a phone and a warm place to stay, and a spot to stash some of my valuables that I don't want stuck in storage. And I'll be able to see my son on a daily basis. At the moment, he's agreed to one week, but I'm going to have to find a way to either extend that, or find other lodging alternatives - but at least I get to spend Thanksgiving holiday with my son.
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more current situation

11/16/2007

On the 14th, I went to Housing Coiurt to file an Order to Show Cause; I'd gotten advice from a friendly lawyer who suggested that I remnd the court that the landlords were keeping my security deposit anyway, and it could theoretically be applied to the November rent - and that since the Marshal's Notice was mailed to me via regular mail (rather than being sent certified or pasted to the wall) it was improperly served. The Order to Show Cause was denied because I didn't have the November rent available; it's likely that I'd have been given the Order if I'd had the rent money together when I went in.

On the 15th, I had my HRA review for the emergency loan benefits I'd applied for in October in an attempt to get a "one shot deal". The one shot deal was denied for two reasons: I still don't have a job (and the one shot deal is essentially a loan), and they don't give emergency assistance when people are leaving their apartments anyway. In addition, I found out that the assistance they offer people moving into new apartments is based on some really bizarre calculations: they'll cover the first month's rent and security along with a broker's fee (and again, this is a loan) - and possibly moving expenses, but ONLY if as a single person your monthly income is $815 a month. $815 a month doesn't even cover rent in this city, let alone rent and living expenses - and the loan has to be repaid on top of that. So I don't see how it's possible for that equation to work on a practical level. The amount of income for a two person household is only slightly higher - I can't recall the exact amount, but it's barely $1000. The one good piece of advice I was given at the time was that I should withdraw the application for the emergency loan that day, because otherwise I'd be left with a pending application and that would prevent me from applying for other HRA assistance like food stamps for 45 days. I'll need the food stamps - and probably welfare as well, so I took care of withdrawing the application at that point.

Meanwhile, every other agency I've spoken to so far has told me that they can't help me unless I go to HRA first. My soon-to-be-ex won't let me stay with him temporarily - he's adamant about this - and my mother lives 3 hours away and isn't wild about the idea of me staying with her temporarily either (and I don't really want to be that far away from my son, either). I don't know where else to turn; it's frightening, and I'll probably end up using the shelter system for a while unless something else comes through in the meantime.



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Some background

This is one piece of the story. I'll be adding on more details as I take breaks from packing up my apartment.

Emily Brown
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11/12/07
I’ve just received an eviction notice dated 11/09/07 which gives me 6 days to vacate the premises. This creates an emergency situation for me because I’ve been out of work for quite a while, although I’ve been very actively looking for work for many months. I’m in the middle of a divorce; my husband and I have been separated for over a year. He was paying my rent on my current apartment until March of this year, but then stopped paying my rent with very little notice (basically, a week before the April rent was due, he told me he wouldn’t pay it). I fell into arrears with the rent because I don’t have any savings, have no friends or family who can help with expenses, and to make a long story short, I applied for public assistance over the summer. However, they lost the paperwork in late July, and in early August, I had to go to Housing Court. I wasn’t able to get a lawyer to help represent me, but was offered a stipulation agreement by the landlord and his lawyer that forgave the arrears on the rent and gave me until the end of October to remain in the apartment rent-free while I made arrangements to relocate, with the option of staying through to the end of November provided I paid the November rent of $1,248.89 by October 31. I still haven’t been able to find work, so I haven’t been able to pay the November rent, and although I’m in the middle of reapplying for public assistance, they won’t provide me with an emergency loan to cover the November rent because they’ll only provide emergency assistance if you haven’t already been essentially evicted. Meanwhile, I’m scrambling to get my property packed up as quickly as possible; I need the full month to finish getting everything packed up and make arrangements to either get it into storage or find another apartment. I’ve sent the landlord a fax telling him I’m seeking a loan to cover the month’s rent. I’ve been calling every social service agency I can find trying to find out if there’s anywhere I can get an emergency loan to cover this month’s rent as soon as possible, and I’m in a bind because I’ve left dozens of messages and haven’t been getting many responses.
Briefly, can you advise me what to do? This is a real emergency for me; I don’t want to lose my property, I’m living in dread of having the marshal show up at my door, and I’m doing everything I can think of to find work, get a loan, and pack simultaneously. I’m also terrified of becoming homeless. HRA has told me that they can help with the first month’s rent, security deposit and possibly moving expenses on a new apartment PROVIDED I find a new place, obtain a written estimate for these expenses, and have an income to cover subsequent rent payments after the first month.
I’m also concerned because my husband has temporary custody of our 8 year old son; I worry about the impact this will have on him, and on my ability to gain shared custody of him, which was what we’d planned to do.
Thanks for your assistance, and I look forward to hearing from you. I can be reached by phone at 718-832-2310, or by email at emilyholiday@gmail.com.
Sincerely,


Emily Brown

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Intro

How I became homeless at 47 is a long story, but the briefest version possible is that it's a result of the fallout from a bad marriage turned into a bad divorce, and getting a royal screwing from my soon-to-be ex. The bureaucracy that's supposed to help people avoid homelessness is twisted, sick and illogical: THIERE IS NO SAFETY NET. I'll get into all the details on my experiences with both areas in another post, but meanwhile, this blog will chronicle what it's like to become homeless and deal with it from my point of view (at least as long as I have computer access and can post to the blog).
Emily

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RESOURCES

This list will be updated periodically...


I've contacted the Public Advocate's Office (212-669-7250) and explained to the intake worker what was going on; they may be able to help me work more quickly through the maze of Public Assistance and finding a new home. But, of course, since it's Friday, I won't be hearing back from them until next week.

The Church of St. Paul (263 W. 86th Street) has an Urban Justice Center; call 646-602-5600.
They also have legal clinics in different boroughs.

Coalition of the Homeless has an automated information line at 212-776-2000, and offers a variety of services. They're located at 129 Fulton Street in lower Manhattan, near Nassau Street; they take walk-ins, but recommend that people be there before 9 a.m. because they can only see the first 30-50 people on line (first come, first served).

I wish I were a cat...

I wish I were a cat...
I'd have a better chance of getting help or "adopted"