Dear Anonymous,
He tells me about the 13 and 14 year olds he finds sleeping here and there on the streets.
'It's ain't right.' he says.
He collects a bag of hats, socks, coats and a back pack or two to distribute. We add to his 'dress up' attire (he has shared he likes to dress on occasion ) with a pair of new lined denims and a new Dickies jacket. His smile is some kind of medicine for me. I ask if I may photograph him this morning and he says 'Long as you don't post it in the post office.' And we laugh.
Another man arrives with a bag of boots and sneakers he finds. Abandoned by folks for all sorts of reasons.
'Tried selling them but nobody's got any cash. They wanna' trade drugs. Not everybody wants drugs...'
and he holds up both hands, palms pushed outward toward me as if he is pushing something away; pushes his face back to the side.
My heart hurts. I know he's trying to stay sober (from heroin) out here. A tough job.
He offers the bag to distribute on the street.