Hi again;
To all the people who stop at the corner and ask me, "how is so and so", or "where has whatshisname been"....Homelessness is NOT a lodge, club, or fraternal organization!
We do not have pass words, secret handshakes, or monthly meetings. We do not have a roster or directory, and do not know every other street person in the city. And while many of us have private languages and special rituals, that is due to schizophrenia, dementia, paranoia, and OCD! And though many of us have and still are 'paying dues', they are not used for a big end of year crab feast....(of course some of these folks could use a good 'crab boil'.....LOL!)
Ever travel on the Light Rail into the city? Look to your right as you come out of the North Ave. stop, immediately, and I do mean IMMEDIATELY after you go under the bridge, just past the MICA kiln and statue of the Buddha. Under the next bridge, up high, look at the encampment of homeless folks tucked away there. They're wedged in the angle of the embankment and the bridge, and you can see some of the creative building done with quilts, and scrap wood and cardboard...not my particular style, I tend to want to live a bit cleaner and less 'pioneer', with an actual set of walls and a roof, and a little less visible, but you do what you can.
Now if it was Florida,
.....as Jimmy Buffet once said.
" Beauty is always in the eye of the beholder,..A sleeping bag under a bridge by a canal....is still waterfront property",
It's all perspective........LOL.
Well I saw this couple
Just the other day
Livin' under a bridge
In a homeless way
Like a million others
Without any plan
Livin' day to day
In the promised land
In this unforgivin' world
there ain't no doubt
It'll chew you up
and it'll spit you out
Lyrics from 'My Barracuda'
(Jimmy Buffett, Michael Utley, Russell Kunkel, Steve Cropper,)
1988
Sometimes I just can't get out of here.....let me try again...
later.......Dave
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