Thinker : Telling Stories : Mr. Alcohol
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About 10:00 pm one night last week I was walking down Lombard where all the tourist hotels and bars are. There were two homeless bums on the sidewalk having dinner. One was screaming to the other "Talk to me, man. I can't help if you don't talk to me."

When I came back half an hour later, an ambulance was at the curb. Their dinner was uneaten on the sidewalk. The quiet guy was in the ambulance and the screaming one was gone. I asked the ambulance attendants what had happened. The woman said "Why? Are you the sidewalk supervisor?" Then she told me that the guy had had a run in with "Mr. Alcohol"".

She really had no clue what had happened. She didn't even know the guy had a buddy only half an hour earlier. And I'm the Sidewalk Supervisor (S.S.) because I didn't treat them as scum to be ignored.

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Elisea

First written Thu, Sep 4, 1997
Last published Wed, Jun 2, 1999