Profiles

This morning, on my way to catch a bus, I ran into a friend of mine: Eagle Dancer, a Native American who also happens to be homeless. He looked just a tad more tired than usual. He sounded as though he was fighting a cold and I did notice that his nose was runny.

We did a bit of chit chatting like most folks do. But then something he said made me perk up my ears and really listen to what he had to say about something that had happened last night.