I don’t know his name ,but I remember him from high school. We didn’t say a word to each other ,but I can still see his photo in the school annual. I don’t know his story and I am hoping that isn’t as sad as it looks to my eyes and mind. I do not see him often. When I see him, he is always alone outside a house that is very close to my elementary school. Perhaps he also attended and perhaps the house belonged to a relative. There is a metal fence around the house that doesn’t block curious viewers from looking in and seeing boxes stacked upon boxes and many cats sitting on his porch and on boxes. I have seen him waiting for a local bus and walking away from his house. On more than one occasion i did see him in the post office purchasing a money order. (I didn’t have to ease drop. The woman at the counter was speaking loudly enough to hear their conversation.)
I did have one face to face conversation with him while he was sweeping the sidewalk and asked him if he went to the high school that I attended. He looked me in the eye for a brief second and nodded. ” I remember you” came out of my mouth. He nodded and began sweeping again. The conversation was over and I walked away.
Recently, I noticed him hanging out with one of his cats and was moved by what I saw. He connected with the animal and it was heart-warming to see.