Life On The Street

As I was leaving Union Square last night I was confronted by a terribly thin man who sat with his back against the wall of a building. He held a sign declaring that he was homeless and a veteran. He was bearded and garbed in several layers of rather dirty clothing. He was shaking the change he'd collected in an old stained cardboard coffee cup, and asking for donations from passersby. He had the look of someone who really did need assistance. Having no money to give I handed over a half of a sandwich that was left over from my lunch. He took it, though somewhat grudgingly, and asked me if the bread was organic. . .