A few days ago, I stopped on my way to work to talk to a
homeless man. His name is Rick, and he’s a fascinating character, all smiles
and cheer as he sits for hours at a time on a downtown side-street air vent
pumping out lifesaving heat in the sub-zero February chill. He’ll gratefully
take your money if you offer it, but he doesn’t do the traditional begging
thing. At night, he bikes up to the courthouse, where there are nearly
100 CCTV cameras, so that he can sleep without fear of being robbed …
or worse.
He’s been at it for three and a half years.