Touching photo... I was trying to read what it said on the blanket that
looked like it was a 'we are the world" kind of thing but it was too
small for me to see
... I guess just advertising for U-haul..
Hope you are staying inside and are well air-conditioned .. 112 degrees
f?? I read yikes
ann
On 9/5/2022 11:23 AM, Godfrey DiGiorgi wrote:
I went to San Francisco on the day of the Pride parade this year. As has been
my custom, interrupted by a couple of years of pandemic, I arrived early and
walked Market Street from Civic Center to 2nd and back. I stopped and talked to
vendors, to people getting ready to watch the Pride parade ... and I watched, I
looked. I sometimes made a photograph.
Most everyone was wandering to their destinations, friends at their sides,
coffee and snacks in their hands. Eager to see the parade begin, bright and
chipper, looking towards the enjoyment of the morning. Police and security
people were doing their things.
And then this street person—wrapped in a U-Haul blanket, unbathed, just
awakened—strode awkwardly down the street looking for...?... Everyone gave him
a wide berth. He was confused, he was tired, he was hungry. He looked from face
to face, blurrily, hoping for...?... something, and continued to walk on.
There was something proud, and sad, in his walk. He was not old; in another
time and place he might have been another handsome guy in his thirties. He held
to a dignity in his plight, in his exhaustion and search for succor: it was as
if he had been dropped into this place from afar, from another time, and could
not relate to sights and sounds which pummeled his senses.
Passing Michael Kors - San Francisco 2022 :: https://flic.kr/p/2nJMt94
I saw him again later as I walked the other direction. I'd bought a small
sandwich and a bottle of water. He had withdrawn and collapsed into a doorway,
now almost invisible to the passing parade goers, spent and sleeping on the
hard sidewalk. I left the food and water by his side, and hoped it was was
still there when he woke. I was no longer hungry.
I watched the parade begin with cheers and applause bursting all around me,
waved at some of the motorcyclists as they passed, then headed home on the
train.
He stays in my memories of that morning even now. And I ask myself: Is what I
perceived real? Or just another illusion of my own cosmic consciousness?
G
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No matter where you go, there you are.
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