It is Easter morning and I am hanging out at the railroad tracks. I am sitting on the bench by the railroad museum. Not one train has graced my presence since I've been down here. The train crews must have Easter off. Disappointed, I walk on up to the shopping center. It is closed. It reminds me of how disappointed I always was when I was homeless and holidays arrived. The holidays always left you with nothing to do and reminded you of how lonely you were.
I walk on around the shopping center and pass by the spot where Clara used to sleep. It makes me think of her and the fact that I haven't heard from her in months. You can still see the remnants of her addictions. Beer and liquor bottles, and old discarded and empty packs of cigarettes.
On up the street from the shopping center, I pass by Rosa's dilapidated home. She is soon to move into another apartment when it gets ready. Her new apartment is being quickly remodeled. I entertain the thought that I will call her today and see how she is doing. "Nah," I think when I muse over it. I don't want to sound desperate. I don't want to exhibit weakness.
A mile later and I am walking by Joyce's and Mr. Ed's house. The sun is hanging high on the horizon and the once chilly morning has turned into a gorgeous day. I see Maggie sitting in the fence and sigh with relief. She hasn't gotten out again. My little jaunt is over as I walk inside and pull off my pull-over. Maggie comes tearing into the den to thoroughly sniff me -- the smells on my clothes being a roadmap to where I have been. It is good to be home.