Whaling away at the walls
No wailing, just pounding; we got away for another little spot of climbing, which left me taller by about a quarter inch I'm sure. They have gotten the old gas heaters repaired, and the warehouse of a gym is about the temperature of a cool spirng day out here in the Pacific Northwest. It's a huge improvement over seeing our breath for a few hours until enough bodies piled in there to generate a bit of warmth.
Strange scene at the post office: Two female cops were heading into the lobby, which is always open for people to get to their P.O. boxes; there was a pile of blankets in one corner. Evidently someone had been crashing there. They queried two derelict guys sitting outside about the bedding, and they replied,"Oh, those are Dennis's. We got no idea where he is..." They didn't ask me, but they did ask a guy with long hair who's from the neighborhood if the blankets were his. We had both just gone in to drop mail into the indoor slot. Perhaps a bit of profiling.
Strange scene at the post office: Two female cops were heading into the lobby, which is always open for people to get to their P.O. boxes; there was a pile of blankets in one corner. Evidently someone had been crashing there. They queried two derelict guys sitting outside about the bedding, and they replied,"Oh, those are Dennis's. We got no idea where he is..." They didn't ask me, but they did ask a guy with long hair who's from the neighborhood if the blankets were his. We had both just gone in to drop mail into the indoor slot. Perhaps a bit of profiling.
posted by isabelita at 12:46 PM
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You remind me of the time I made the mistake of walking in the restroom at Grand Central Station. Little did I know that it was a "hotel" of sorts for a lot of street people. Blankets, pillow, makeup, drugs everywhere. A very interesting scene.
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