Lowell, the Writer
This is Lowell. He’s homeless, which is an adventure every day just to survive.
I encourage him to write, because it’s one of his passions. He’s good at it, and he’s poetic. A true thinker. And that’s often his problem. He thinks too much, and gets stuck in his own mind.
Even though he’s homeless, Lowell is thoughtful, funny, caring, and always willing to help others. It always amazes me how homeless people will give you their last dollar, scarf, gloves, or other gifts.
One morning Lowell was wet after the sprinklers were turned on downtown at 6am. He’d been asleep and got drenched but he didn’t complain. He joked about having upscale property on Hedge Row.
Everytime I see him he brings me his tattered notebook and shows me a poem or story. Today he’s my guest blogger, here.