April 1, 2007
Today I saw Randy, the homeless guy. It was Easter Sunday, and I was walking my dog Faith. Randy's dog Foxy died a few weeks ago, run over by a white van, twice, right by a lovely park with a dog run, a jungle gym, a very old rock, and a view of the Empire State Building. Earlier this week, somebody dumped Randy’s cart, which he usually kept tucked in an alley behind a church. Randy lost a lot of things, including the snow boots my husband and I gave Foxy. “God bless you!” Randy said, as my dog barked.