Jerry
I used to drive by Jerry every day as I would go to my studio, he lived under a tarp that was secured down by old rusty shopping carts that seemed to have been abandoned along the road. During the day he would sit across the street from his "house" and watch traffic roll by, never did I see him asking anyone for anything. He seemed content.
Cold winds started to gust so I dropped off a quilt by his "front door" hoping that this gesture would help, not sure if it ever did? A month went by and Jerry was no longer sitting along the road, he seemed to have moved on.
It's been a year since I've seen him...
