Huffington Magazine Issue 10 | Page 76

HUFFINGTON 08.19.12 TAMPA’S MAVERICK COP 50 feet away from each other, and Mark’s tent had carpeting, a bed and a bedframe, and an acoustic guitar on a stand. As Donaldson walked over to him, he and a friend were sitting in lawn chairs, smoking cigarettes and talking, and they greeted Donaldson warmly, with smiles and handshakes. Then Donaldson started badgering Mark to get out his guitar. “What’s that John Mellancamp song?” he asked. The last time he’d dropped by, apparently, Mark had impressed him with a whiskyvoiced rendition of “Pink Houses.” At the end of the jam session, Donaldson reminded Mark that he was available if Mark needed him. Mark smiled politely and said, “I love it here.” Donaldson said he didn’t see that as a problem. The men had found such a remote spot that no one had complained. But as he drove away, he said he didn’t expect Mark to hold out for long. One of Mark’s neighbors had already asked for help moving out. “When Mark sees his friend move Some homeless people such as “Little John,” pictured here, camp out in the woods, a few encampments more sustainable than others.