It was 1990 when I came to Seattle from Chocolate City Washington, D.C., and saw a crowd of kids and families, young and old, in front of the King County Courthouse park. I hadn’t seen anything like it. I am an Air Force brat; we lived on bases and didn’t know anything about homelessness. So I thought the people were out there partying. I like to party, so I walked up to the group and asked what was going on. A woman told me they were not partying; they were homeless.