He’d sit on Cherry St, just up the street from Rite Aid. Before the Gear Exchange moved to Church St, the yellow jackets would chase him from under the enclosed area in front of the door.
Sometimes he put his crate near the wall near the grate so he could stash his beer (avoiding a ticket for an open container) and his litter (so he wouldn’t be burdened during travel).
Told not to block the sidewalk, he’d sit close to the street, putting his box or his butt in a place where cars backing into a parking space wouldn’t hit him. He’d also chase the sun.
He usually travelled with his friend, Eric.
He went to the park occasionally. He didn’t like the drug scene, the phony friendships, or the antics. Eric learned from him, helped him and was with him close to the end. Eric is now alone on the street.
Duck sorry to hear about your friend Judge Robert Carter. What a feet to live 94 years and contribute as much as he did.
Hope all is well at school. I’m uploading some of the pictures I took this weekend. I’ve sent one of my 5D’s back to Canon because the screen has started to eat pixels and my original 5D did not shoot sharp this weekend maybe it’s time for a cleaning. I’ll drop it off on Tuesday with my good friends at Newtonville camera.