August 11, 2009
Last week, as I exited the freeway, I saw a homeless guy with one leg (pretty sure it wasn’t Eddie Murphy) and a cardboard sign. He caught me in a pretty vulnerable moment, where any suffering at all would get the tears flowing, and I reached into my pocket and gave him all the cash I had on me.
When I told Kim about the encounter later that night, Maddy had a question:
“Where do homeless people get the Sharpies to make those signs?”
Which is just a great question–we buy whole PACKS of Sharpies, none of which seem to remain in our house for more than a week. Who gives them the markers? Or is that where MY markers have gone?