I met a panhandler this week.
He was not your typical beggar standing at a mall entrance or lurking around the local ATM waiting to prey on an unsuspecting customer. No officer would be dispatched to “move him along” as his territory varies and he intimidates no one.
His hair, though a bit unkempt when wet, was clean. There were no dark hollows of an addict; indeed his brown eyes were clear and bright. continue. . .