The young homeless couple

It's the first time I've approached a homeless woman on the street at night. Heather was bedding down in a doorway, with the sleeping bags swaddled and the extra blankets stuffed into a black garbage bag. She was waiting for her boyfriend to return; when he did, I recognized him as the person I passed moments earlier on Pine Street whose pants appeared to be falling off him. That wasn't the case; they were just so low that they appeared to be below his buttocks. It's the only time I've seen a homeless person who didn't try to keep his pants at the standard level.

Heather is small in stature and appears to find safety in having a boyfriend to spend the night with her in the doorways -- and this particular doorway was deep enough to afford good protection from the elements. While we chatted, another couple joined them, spoke briefly and then headed off for wherever they would stay for the night. They were all street people, from different origins, who found comfort and safety through association.

From there I walked to the ferry terminal, giving a sack lunch to a man who was somewhat indifferent, but accepting. I think he was amused by the gesture. He was slouched in a folding chair next to a large conglomeration of plastic bags stuffed with what must have been his worldly possessions, I believe he indicated he had food.  I asked him how he moved around with his possessions, which would have filled five grocery carts easily. He muttered so quietly I couldn't her him. It wasn't much of a conversation.

About 9:30 p.m., the fourth recipient was a barely visible  in the shelter of doorway near on Madison near the I-5 overpass.  Interstate 5 and Madison. I couldn't tell whether that pyramidal shaped pile in the shadow was a person or just rubbish left there. I could hardly hear his responses as I spoke with him.

Meals distributed so far: 25.
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