invisibility

I met Hank one day walking the dog. We played catch with her and laughed honestly. I told him I was going to dinner, he politely declined. It wasn’t till a few more encounters that I realized Hank lived in the park. He had moved here to find construction work and had gone bust.

He said the only thing he hated about living on the street was deviled ham. Those little cans of meat that get donated to food shelters. He asked me once if they did Yelp reviews for foodbanks.

Otherwise, he said, he had so far not been bothered much by police or residents. He knew how to be invisible, he said. Being invisible was an important skill. It makes people more comfortable about the homeless. He said that because I was kind, and that my dog liked him, was the only reason I could see him at all.