Homeless in Richmond VA

Agendas      Now, sadly I wonder about every word that is spoken or texted to me. A bitter tastes has developed about those whom one calls friends. With, each word, the healthy paranoia kicks in now days. You would have it also or already have it. It is how we humans , get ahead of…

Charlotte,  a paraplegic struggled this morning to roll herself, stuff and wheelchair out of the cold weather shelter. It is 7 am on January 8th and the temperature is 18° farinhight or negative 7 celcius. She finally,  reaches the crossing of the boulevard as the light turns red. In her mouth she struggles to hold…

10,520 feet, seems like a long distance but it’s not really, I’m getting ahead of things here. It snowed two days here in Richmond. Not suprisingly,  the city was caught flat footed. From, I 95 being clogged up with stranded vehicles to the states highest accident rate. 289 was the official count for the city,…

Occupations and math Starting out, I’m being to see a resemblance to a mafia boss and myself. Giving the other’s “my spot”, so they can scratch thier itch, and I get the lion share of the time. Time is probably most valuable item in any occupation. I use the old rideshare app, to see the…

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…

Little miracles: It’s the 27th , it’s over with. As I walked from the bus to the panara at VCU,  the only sound I hear, are my boots as they hit the pavement. Contemplating the last three days and how to fairly express and write about them. So, inorder to go forward I have to…

Solitude is what the homeless hear. Solitude, is what is given to them. The silent majorty oblige by living in thier own fantasy worlds. Solitude is what is craved after a night on the shelter. Defining,  noises of words of the previous night still ring in thier ears. “Do you have a cigarette, do have,…

Red, is a firey red head who, walks fast, talks faster, & suffers from her usage of drugs and being one of the many, many uninvited, or un-shelterd in Richmond. She, walked into Panera this morning. Not seeing me, she gose to the counter to get a cup of coffee. As she pulls out a…

Cold wind blows as we stand in line at 4:40. A young lady breaks out her guitar and play some music for us. Some start singing along. At then end of the parking lot is the road,  and the civilians as I call them. Totally,  unawares of the warmth here.  Little napoleon as I call…

Flour, water, sugar, salt & yeast. Flour, water, sugar, salt & yeast, mix all those together in the right sequence and one gets bread. Much of the homeless can be likened to a basic bread recipe. They have to much or to little of one or all of the ingredients that the silent majorty fakes…