Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Early morning in the Tenderloin

This morning's character was extra special. As the light was turning, I saw a blur of cream fake fur and brown stripes. This fellow moseyed out into the crosswalk. Suddenly he stopped, in the middle of the crosswalk, in front of traffic. Then I saw the little silver stick. He looked up toward the sky, and then over to a building. Then he beamed his light at the building, muttered some imponderables and continued on his way.


Dixon said...

Ah now we know what Miguel is doing on his day off.

Wahoo said...

Wohskies! Fun stuffs!