Which is why,early one morning not long after I had moved in
Which is why,early one morning not long after I had moved in,I wasn’t at all fazed to run past a group of homeless guys hanging out on the corner in front of a shelter.It was about 5 a.m.The summer sun hadn’t yet risen and the streets were stone silent.Steam wafted from steel grates in the pavement.The guys—there were about a dozen of them—stared at me like they had never seen a runner in their neighborhood before.Regardless,the friendly Midwesterner in me came right out and I waved.“Good morning!” I called out.The guys did a double-take,then tentatively waved back.I kept going,and a few minutes later I was out of sight.