Oooops we not sorry.

     Having, a running joke with the next mayor of Richmond,  Mrs, Ronda, I always hope that I will run out of stories to write about. Sadly, I just have to sit still and a story will just burst into me like a needle poked into a voodoo doll. (I suspect she has that voodoo doll of me hidden somewhere). Tonight, was an absolute catastrophe. It started out simple enough by me standing in line for four hours to get a cot. As the evening progressed. Anything and everything went wrong. Apparently,  yesterday the bathrooms that where upstairs started to flood. I can personally verify that since it seemed curious to me that towels where spread on the floor in the lobby.  At our magic hour everything that could go wrong did go wrong. The bathroom in this antiquated hotel finally gave thier all back with interest to the homeless. This ment firstly, that we where ussherd in via the front door to the embarrassment of the hotel who see us as untouchables. Secondly,  the security people where to self involved and had no real clue how to handle the situation & where punting. Thirdly, the powers at be, may or may not have,, rented two rooms so that we can use  the bathrooms in them. If they can rent rooms so fast they have no excuse not to have a shower program. Why the hell they where rented and the hotel as a mater of course should have provided them for free. (To , my knowledge, they where paid for). Fourthly,  I have to begrudgingly admit that last year’s management company did somthing right. That is the check in process. They had  printed copy of the database and would check off the names, and take our temperature faster than this year’s hunt and peck mouse clicks. Fifth,  the room that is normally used to provide us with a meal was closed off due to the raw material dropping down into it. For some it is the only hot meal they get. But que, sura sura what ever will be will be seems to be the additude toward us. So to summarize. 1 the shit hit the fan.
2. There is no food for some. 3. They are still thing to prove how cleaver they are by using laptops becuse they are to ignorant to use paper and pen. 4. The homeless got it on the chin today and should be happy to have a cot.
     Promptly, at six Am we are woken up with no mention of the night before. The restrooms had been fixed sometime on the night. Most of the men went outside in the bushes anyway so, the whole fiasco became another one of those ” things” I woke up tried the spot for an hour and nothing happened.So,  I left it. Nothing will be happening anyway until next week anyway. Then it will become the long and slow path to wait for people to open thier wallets again. I gave my bag lunches away last night to two people who had not eaten for the day. Contented, with a banana and muffin the shelter management gave us. Now I sit at the Panera waiting for the next story to unfold and be told. I feel my pacemaker on occasion do its thing and wonder if I should go in each time. My, fear of doctors and the obsean, system makes, me wait and see each time.  The tell tail signs of an event for me are that the bottom row of teeth start hurting & my left arm also hurts. So, far only the presents of my pacemakers location in my chest. So, I have a higher than normal awareness it. I never told the shelter people that I carry a bottle of nitroglycerin in my right pants pocket. Given the aforementioned fiasco, I’m realived I have not. 
Robert Frosts pome of the road less taken  come to mind nowadays with all that has /is happening to me. In part it reads:
“I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. ” 
Becoming homeless has made all the difference for myself for the wealth of people I have the privilege of meeting. “Que sura sura, what ever will be will be”  is now my anthem for us.