What?

He came to me today, in my yard. He had 5 limes and a soursop. He wanted money for it. I turned him away. The look in his eyes haunt me. His gray hair and articulate speech we are familiar with. He is one of the 6 or 7 men that walk the street in front of our yard. There is "Working Man" who struggles, he doesn't have social security. Gladstone is so smart he would be wealthy anywhere else, but he has many demons too, all being managed by this and that.

I never know what to say or do. I hate poverty!

BJC