He made sure he was in the shadows of the side alleys. They were very visible and very much approachable. His was a face of not wanting to make eye contact; their eyes looked to seek you out. Three different faces, all three homeless. Seeing him for the first time, I was struck by the way he seemed to want to remain from the public eye. You had to look to find him. I’ll remember this grown man and the way he would stack his thirty or forty pennies in neat piles, with a pyramid of ten or twelve silver colored coins closer to his reach. Handing him a few dollars, he would hurry off to get something to eat. A temporary fix to a long-term problem. They have been on the move since Katrina took their home. This is their tenth city in half as many years. They were barely able to make ends meet when they had a roof over their heads. Every possession they owned, gone in one night. “Thank God for the Peanut Butter and Jelly kids, or we wouldn’t eat tonight.” Once a week the college students in this town help by setting up an assembly line of sandwich makers. “The line gets longer every week” one of the students told me.
Perhaps I have been blind to the fact of homelessness because of not personally witnessing it before I left on The Kindness Bus Tour. Homelessness is everywhere I have traveled. It seems to be growing as I make my way south. I hope this is due to the fact it is warmer in the south. Today’s economy is, I’m sure, taking its toll in every sector of our country. I see more and more of it and I plan on giving more attention to the plight of the homeless and I hope everyone else will too.


The Kindness Bus Tour got off to a late start this day. A big thanks to my cousin Bob and his wife Marti for showing me an evening of southern hospitality, complete with a home cooked meal. Every now and then, it is nice to get a break from the firmness of my plywood bed in the bus. We left early enough this morning, but by the time I got some of my catch-up work done, we would only have time for an afternoon visit to SPSU. I pulled onto campus and the first person I went to ask for directions to the student center was Anthony, he was on the phone with his girlfriend, Brooke, from The University of Georgia, she was one of the two thousand students we had talked to last week. Unbelievable

