This is a somewhat abbreviated version of a post published on Poverty & Policy. You can read it here: http://wp.me/pobp0-289 I first met Peter* on a street corner in my neighborhood, where he was selling Street Sense , the newspaper for homeless people in the District of Columbia. He now does work for me that I’m not strong enough to do. Peter has in-demand skills, but won’t seek a regular, full-time job because he has to drop whatever he’s doing to pick up his daughter Joanne—and sometimes rush her to a hospital. She’s prone to seizures due to a severe case of epilepsy. She also has some...