
THE SCENE There she was, sitting on the rickety bus bench, fiddling with her cellphone. As I drove by I looked at her. She was old - ancient, really. Her head, lost under the brim of her giant camo hat, barely came up over the bench she was sitting on. Not quite four feet tall, her tiny frame was lost in a sea of plastic bags - filled with enough food to last her the week. I've watched her for the last few years, the way a busy person observes the changing foliage - in regretful passing. … [Read more...]

























