5:48am I saw my late 20ish son about 3 blocks from our office as I was
heading to the park. It was on the corner of one of the streets where
he and others sell my daughters for sex. He wouldn't meet my eye.
But when I had passed him, I looked back, caught his eye, and said
"Merry Christmas." He seemed a bit stunned.
5:52am it was another 3 of my sons, just a little younger, a block over. My guess is
they too had just finished selling or wiping themselves with my daughters.
They took no notice of me, an old, weird white guy, till I shot them a
loud and cheerful, "Morning!" They fell silent. They seemed confused. On this
still, quiet morning I heard nothing from their group for the several
more minutes we remained within earshot of each other. The seemed to
be thinking about something.
5:59am as I was just a block from the White House, my brother, my age,
white, was by the McPherson Metro for the warm air. Looked like he'd been out all night
drinking, in the snow. Not enough money I'd say to have been in bars.
Scruffy. No response to me or my "Merry Christmas?"
6:02am Connie happily received my "Merry Christmas!" I asked her to stay
by the vigil for a moment, and crossed the street to my 2 sons and a brother
in the Secret Service. Two I didn't recognize, and one I saw upon getting
close was my brother Kevin. Oh my goodness, does he ADORE his two
young children. It was just daybreak, and here he was on Duty, as they
were waking up looking for Santa. All 3 were surprised and happy with
my "Merry Christmas" handshake.
6:20am or so my sister, the one with the coke bottle glasses and missing
front tooth walked by. Big warm smile - "Looks like another foot of
snow mid day, you be careful" she wished me. I don't know where in
DC she sleeps, on the streets. "Merry Christmas" I said. "Merry Christmas"
she said.
6:30am this enormously talented, intelligent, handsome, single brother came down from
the office, furious at me for not reducing myself to being his alarm clock -
blaming me for his failure in his opportunity to be here at 6am when
Connie and I change shifts so Connie wouldn't have to walk the 10
blocks in the ice, with her bad foot.
It is awesome with Family and Friends this morning.
Love you.
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heading to the park. It was on the corner of one of the streets where
he and others sell my daughters for sex. He wouldn't meet my eye.
But when I had passed him, I looked back, caught his eye, and said
"Merry Christmas." He seemed a bit stunned.
5:52am it was another 3 of my sons, just a little younger, a block over. My guess is
they too had just finished selling or wiping themselves with my daughters.
They took no notice of me, an old, weird white guy, till I shot them a
loud and cheerful, "Morning!" They fell silent. They seemed confused. On this
still, quiet morning I heard nothing from their group for the several
more minutes we remained within earshot of each other. The seemed to
be thinking about something.
5:59am as I was just a block from the White House, my brother, my age,
white, was by the McPherson Metro for the warm air. Looked like he'd been out all night
drinking, in the snow. Not enough money I'd say to have been in bars.
Scruffy. No response to me or my "Merry Christmas?"
6:02am Connie happily received my "Merry Christmas!" I asked her to stay
by the vigil for a moment, and crossed the street to my 2 sons and a brother
in the Secret Service. Two I didn't recognize, and one I saw upon getting
close was my brother Kevin. Oh my goodness, does he ADORE his two
young children. It was just daybreak, and here he was on Duty, as they
were waking up looking for Santa. All 3 were surprised and happy with
my "Merry Christmas" handshake.
6:20am or so my sister, the one with the coke bottle glasses and missing
front tooth walked by. Big warm smile - "Looks like another foot of
snow mid day, you be careful" she wished me. I don't know where in
DC she sleeps, on the streets. "Merry Christmas" I said. "Merry Christmas"
she said.
6:30am this enormously talented, intelligent, handsome, single brother came down from
the office, furious at me for not reducing myself to being his alarm clock -
blaming me for his failure in his opportunity to be here at 6am when
Connie and I change shifts so Connie wouldn't have to walk the 10
blocks in the ice, with her bad foot.
It is awesome with Family and Friends this morning.
Love you.
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