I suggest we move 5,000 tents to Beverly Hills. OK, make it 10,000. Give LA a break.
Fancy, good quality tents in photo.
As child we had an Army surplus tent we could put up in the back yard. My father had been shot in the head during a battle in the Philippines and came home with a plate in his skull. He didn’t give up or stop working once he recovered. I was born a year and a half later in a country safe due to the service of people like him. To me as a kid the tent was just a place to play or to sleep in the backyard under the stars.
In those days Army surplus places were everywhere.
(If you check the image, you won't see even one plastic straw.)