The "homeless" panhandler was there at the exit ramp again on Monday. Temperature was below Zero F. at 4:00 pm. He's all bundled holding the ubiquitous homeless sign: Please Help. God Bless. I avert my eyes from his. Which are hidden in that narrow slit that helps keep the rest of his face from freezing.
- How does he do it?
- Day in and day out?
- Hot or cold.
- Is he that desperate?
- Could I do that?
- What's his story?
- What could be mine?
My mind wanders through all kinds of thoughts.
- The homeless you will always have with you, comes to mind.
As I sit in my warm toasty car.
And look the other way.