Thursday, January 15, 2009
I’ve known Scott for years, and, sometimes when I see him, he doesn’t feel like talking. Sometimes when he talks, his words are so big and he is so erudite that I have to seek out a dictionary in order to understand him. Today, though, his words were simple and to the point.
“Where did they all go?” Scott asked me. Although he himself is homeless, he was referring to the scores of people who used to sleep on the Bridge courtyard at night and have been unable to find shelter elsewhere.
“I think they’re hiding in the woods,” I told him.
“This city has a horrible gut in it, and it digests people,” he said. “And now we’re in the woods.”