I love how you can wax poetic about the sometimes less than perfect world about us. I have said it before and will again, please never stop with the writing. Maybe someday you could collect this site into a book of short stories. I can personally guarantee it would sell at least one copy but more than likely many more!

"cardboard caskets full of homeless flowers at fire sale prices”....niiiiiiiiiice.

I’ve said this before but what always strikes me when you write about the homeless or the less than “abled” that you find in and around your city is that you see their human-ness, their struggle for dignity, their spirit.  That’s such a gift.

I’m glad you liked it.  this one just seemed to write itself in a lot of ways.  He’s out there again this morning.  It’s getting colder.

wow.

and to think i’ve worked in the building across the street from him and his flowers and the Enron sponsered mural for the last six years, and yet i’ve never seen him.  tomorrow i’m going to sit out there until i see him and get a chance to buy one of his flowers.

good to see you today—i’m looking forward to seeing your terminal pictures!