Spent another morning down at the railyard. I gawked as great mechanical behemoths carried tons and tons of freight. This is my "me" time -- my time to rest and relax, and to forget about work and all my troubles. At one point, I was daring and climbed a signal masthead to look down the tracks. The kid in me squealed with glee! Callous hands holding silver painted rungs stung as I climbed down. I retired to the bench behind the bank to look at my magazines and wait on one more train before leaving. I am blessed that we've had a lot of traffic on the railways near my house.
I was overjoyed this morning when The Homeless Guy finally got an apartment. Yes, he can be brash and arrogant. But no one deserves to flounder, mired in homelessness. I felt as if I have been on one big journey reading his blog for years and it was the end. Finis. The next big step for him will be coming up with $150 dollars rent and keeping it.