Sunday, August 2, 2009


Walking to work every day I pass a homeless man who stations himself at the corner of Elm and Van Ness. He wears a fedora and a silver sheriff's badge pinned to his black jacket. A shopping cart, piled high with his worldly belongings, sits at a parking meter. "Morning, Sheriff," I say. I pass him again in the evening on my way to the train station. "G'night, Sheriff," I say. He never speaks, just nods at me cordially; the practiced nod of the neighborhood peacekeeper.

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