5:30 a.m. what the???

What do you say when you run across a camouflaged shirt and Jean man lying down between two cars in the parking garage at a Jesuit college campus who pops a can open and asks you as you’re passing by with your dog on your morning walk if you want a soda? At 5:30 a.m. on a Monday?

My reply? “Oh no, that’s ok. I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”

Charley’s reply? After her ears are two feet tall and bullet proof? “GRRRRR…. Rrruufff. Ruff ruff yapgruffgrowl.”

Duh.

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KC

A lot of things can happen in a half century. Life is so weird. From Colorado, moved to CA, lived in Darby, MT, moved to WA. Became homeless for 7 years total. Changed my perspective. Subsidized housing. Recently found out I'm adopted. 50 % Polish, 50 % Belgium, 1st generation. Have my Charley Waffle, and just try to roll with whatever comes our way!