While coming to the library today, fresh from the Plains, I spotted the local tramp at the bus-stop on 51st.
Now I know what you must be thinking; "What the hell is he drinking? He is a tramp himself, isn't he?
True Dat. But compared to that bus stop tramp I look like a man with big money.
Am I looking down on him? No. In fact, I admire him.
He has a beard, beaded with food (we both frequent the same pot luck cafe aka soup line), and he hasn't changed his clothes for nearly a year. He carries an assortment of plastic bottles on a clothes line.
I find that fascinating!
He lays on the bottles, keeping his body off the cold concrete. A lumpy, but life-saving measure. A great idea!
He should get a metal or something for that idea. Help me buy that man a metal. Or just visit the Business Site and do it for the love of Homeless People.
Bye-Bye, til next time....
