Howard Street - 1948
Dad?
Ummmm
Where are we?
San Francisco
I KNOW we're in the City
I mean, WHERE are we?
Oh ........ on Howard Street
Is this Uncle Howard's street?
No, it's just a name
What are all those people doing?
Walking
Well yes, but what are they doing?
Just walking
And they all have heavy coats. Why?
It’s cold and they are trying to keep warm.
They walk and wear heavy coats to stay warm.
But why don't they go home where it's warm?
They don't have a home.
* * * * *
Dad, can I have a donut?
Sure, let's go up 2nd street
to Uncle Miltie's
* * * * *
I remember this scene, driving up Howard Street with my father, just like it was yesterday. All those men, and some women. Some things you just never forget.
Collection: Social
Written: 10 May 2017
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