Continued from March 28, 2018
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Doug walked the short distance holding the coffee and scone in his hands toward the Resource Shelter. He had always avoided this particular part of the city due to its reputation. It had always been known as the ‘bad’ portion of town, and as far as he knew everyone in the city knew it.
When he was about a block into the neighborhood, still five blocks from the Resource Center, he saw a few people up the road from him on his side of the street. He felt a stab of paranoia and decided to cross the street, rather than risk being robbed or worse, killed. He continued up the road past the group of people while trying his best not to look directly at them while maintaining his awareness of them.
The closer he got to his destination the more people he saw. Most were sitting and talking, some smoked cigarettes while doing so, but all of them seemed to be relaxed, which intrigued him. He finally arrived at the Resource Center to find that there were, at his best guess, nearly one hundred fifty people outside, wrapped in blankets drinking coffee. It reminded him of the images he saw on TV of third world countries.
“Excuse me, could you help me? I’m looking for someone.” He asked a small man wrapped in a dirty comforter.
“Are you a cop?” He asked.
“No. I believe the guy I’m looking for is known as Old Codger? That’s what some people in the park down the street told me.” He replied.
“Why you looking for Codger?” He asked, looking me up and down. “You his lawyer or something?”
“No. Nothing like that. I just wanted to give him this coffee and scone.” He said holding up the bag and the cup that was quickly cooling off.
“He hasn’t been here yet today, and if he ain’t in the park, he’s probably up in the Old Port. He likes to panhandle up there sometimes.” The man replied. “You think I could get that scone? I missed breakfast today.”
Doug handed the man the scone, thanked him for his help, and began the march up the hill toward Downtown. The Old Port sat just on the other side of the hill.