The price of gasoline. I couldn’t afford it.
Ah, my little brother, the sage.
Something else noteworthy happened this week.
I was working at the guard shack about 11:30 the
other night, just a few minutes before the end of
my shift, when a woman wandered in. She was 64
and had no place to go, seeming very disoriented.
We also had no room at our inn, if she had qualified
for the program.
Normally we have to turn these people away, the
worst part of our job, but as I got to gleaning information from her, I realized I was with her in the
Crisis Unit a little over a year ago.
Wow! What an eye-opener. We didn’t have many
options with her, so I got her a Sprite and asked
her if she wanted me to call the police to see if they
could place her somewhere.
I waited ’til after midnight when the police showed
up and determined a trip to the hospital would be
the best thing for her. She didn’t need another night
on the streets. An ambulance came and took her
away. Not once did she recognize me. It made me
wonder what her life had been like the past year.
And how lucky I was that someone was looking out
for me. That I’m around people who care, family
and friends.
Definitely not obsolete. Don’t know about the old
ballpark. There had been attempts to save it for the
city’s youth, but money got in the way.
Shame on somebody.