Chris

Chris stands most days by the rank of newspaper stands next to the Flying Goat, surrounded by bags of his possessions. I offered him a blanket and some warm socks, but he politely declined saying he had what he needed and it was already difficult to move it all around with him. He offered to give them to someone else. I asked him if he had room for a book since I noticed that he liked to read. He said, "I'll make room".

We've had a couple of conversations about what he likes to read (biographies, "if they're about interesting people" and true crime) and how he's enjoying the book I gave him about British colonials in Africa in the '30's and '40s. If you're reading this, Chris, I look forward to more conversations.