Paul finished rehab and chose to come back to Burlington. Put on some weight. Cleaned hiself up. Now he needs a job to keep his bed.
After hearing he didn’t have any money, I offered him a dollar. “I ain’t begging anymore,” he said. “This dollar be a blessing, just like the Rebbe used to say when he gave a dollar.” “I don’t know much about jews, but thanks.” “If you don’t want it, give it to someone else who needs some good luck.” “That is just what I am going to do,” he said.
Mike could probably use it. He is still waiting for a bus ticket from his mother who is somewhere.
Charlie just needed a match.
