Putting the ‘aid’ in a convadium
By Ron Donoho, 3/2/16
On a somewhat foggy Tuesday morning I paused to watch a solitary man gradually wake up after an outdoor, concrete slumber. He was covered from head to ankles by a faded, lime-green blanket. This man sat up, paused for a full minute and then finally pulled the blanket down off his head. He silently struggled to lace up heavy black boots with hands that trembled involuntarily.
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