Scene 1 It's 5:12 in the morning. Rain falls. Elmer and I walk through the neighborhood. It's Tuesday—garbage pickup day. All the refuse/recycling bins stand at attention on the sidewalks. Across the street, I see a woman with long hair (no hat) carrying a large plastic tote. She moves briskly from each recycling bin and digs out returnable cans and bottles. She clearly has a system in place. I hear rattling in the tote as she advances. She'll have it filled in two blocks. Then what? I sense a ride is waiting for her not far away. A two-person Tuesday canning team. They've got it worked out. The early bird gets the can.
Rainy Morning Homeless Meditations
Rainy Morning Homeless Meditations
Rainy Morning Homeless Meditations
Scene 1 It's 5:12 in the morning. Rain falls. Elmer and I walk through the neighborhood. It's Tuesday—garbage pickup day. All the refuse/recycling bins stand at attention on the sidewalks. Across the street, I see a woman with long hair (no hat) carrying a large plastic tote. She moves briskly from each recycling bin and digs out returnable cans and bottles. She clearly has a system in place. I hear rattling in the tote as she advances. She'll have it filled in two blocks. Then what? I sense a ride is waiting for her not far away. A two-person Tuesday canning team. They've got it worked out. The early bird gets the can.