on a morning walk through palmer park
the first man has been traveling for eight (EIGHT!) years like this, although he says he does "hitch-riding" [sticks his thumb out] mostly now because of his weak knees. This is his life, without a home. i asked if he ever has destinations or if he just wanders, and he replied that he often travels to places that he dreams about.
i offered him food and a place to shower if he needed and he politely declined, taking a rain check.
he was dressed so politely... i wonder if this is to not scare off strangers or draw attention from police. or perhaps this is just the way he's always dressed. most likely.
the first man's name is ezra. after writing the story above, i went out again to give him a copy of "women awheel." ezra had disappeared, so i walked to the other bench and gave it to his friend, whose name is hans (i think).
when i was talking to ezra earlier, i told him i saw someone nearby with a bicycle and panniers and asked if this was his travel partner. oh, he's up there? he asked, unaware that his friend was so close by. i thought it was interesting that neither man knew that the other was in the same park.