Continued from March 29, 2018
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Doug made it only a few blocks before the man who had taken the scone caught up with him.
“I’ll show you where you can find Old Codger.” He said. “By the way, I’m Greg. Nice to meet you.”
“My name’s Doug. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” Doug replied shaking his hand as they walked.
“So what’s your interest in the old guy anyway?” Greg asked as they crossed the street into Monument Square. “Is he your father, uncle, Grandfather!”
“No.” Doug chuckled before getting serious, “The old guy has asked me for spare change the last few days. This morning I was prepared for him, but he never came. So far I’ve lost the money trying to find him, and you ate the scone. So now I’m left with a cold coffee to present to him.”
“Don’t worry about that, Codger once told me that he had no family, no home, and no real friends that would look out for him. The fact that you’re travelling all over town looking for him will make him happy.” Greg said as he produced a cigarette and lit it, blowing the smoke away from Doug.
“What about you? Do you have a home?” Doug asked.
“Nah, I like being free. Homes require jobs, money, and chains. I like being able to leave when I want and come back when I want.” He replied. “I get to see the world without anyone holding me down. All the work I do is for food and warmth when I need it.”
“So you like being homeless?”
“The way you say homeless sounds like I’m just down on my luck. I’m not homeless, I’m a gypsy. I travel from place to place. The world is my home!” Greg said.
“That must be hard.” Doug said as they began their descent into the Old Port.
“It has hard days and easy days, just like working a job does. The big difference is that I don’t need a lot to get by. A hard day for me is being hungry for a couple of hours, or being too cold when I’m sleeping. Both are solvable. Your problems cause way more stress, can’t pay your rent, your homeless. Can’t pay your car payment, you can’t get to work. On and on! People need to realize that they work so hard for things they can’t enjoy and they miss out on the world in the process.”
“My job is a bit easier than that.” Doug said, “I’m self-employed.”
“So you’re halfway between the yuppies in suits and me. Not a bad place to be, if you don’t mind being a cog in the machine.” Greg said.