He was on the street corner as I pulled into the Goodwill thrift store ... a dirty, disheveled, homeless-looking man, his long stringy hair pulled back into a ponytail. He was holding a sign, which I couldn't read.
But his smile was beautiful.
I forgot about him as I began to uncover hidden treasures within the store.
When I came out some time later, the man was gone ... his sign tossed into the bushes near where he had been standing ...
I wonder what happened to him.
Maybe "big brother" finally showed up?
I've decided to link this to the "Signs Signs" meme over at Lesley's "Signs, Signs" blog.