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We went to the San Jose library yesterday. I noticed as we came off the highway, the well organized one-tent homeless camp up on the slope where the highway bridge crosses over the street that appeared after the Coyote Creek flood has been joined by another camp with a couple of office chairs, on the concrete median under the bridge itself. There was one spot open in the parking lot behind City Hall, which was great despite their having doubled the cost of parking when they installed the swanky new parking meters that will take anything short of Bitcoin. Instead of a small group of people drinking and smoking on the steps of the silly sculpture on the street corner, trash and belongings were strewn around, and both entrances of the Catholic charity building on the corner had camps on the steps: a sleeping bag on the side street, and on the steep flight of steps up from San Carlos St., what appeared to be a tent braced by a bicycle jammed against the top of the center railing. In the elevator going up to get me some architecture books, we were joined by a guy with a huge rucksack; he got off on the seventh floor like us.