It's a quiet midnight on a muggy weekend in San Salvador, the capital of El Salvador. Along the city's grimy main artery, Calle Ruben Dario, homeless people are camped out in a clutter of cardboard boxes. Suddenly a caravan of vehicles wheel up, and a handful of youths pile out. They begin ladling plates of steaming beans and rice from kettles in the rear of a pickup truck.
Leading the charge is Cameron Gray, a paunchy Texan with a booming laugh, who greets the startled street people in rapid-fire Spanish. Checking a nearby culvert for more mouths to feed, he spots...
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