Summary
The voice was familiar. The visage was not. At least not immediately. And a melancholia-tinged shock was the reaction with the later realization of who he was and the larger issues that he and his situation represented.
It was on a lunchtime stroll on Federal Street on the North Side, near Allegheny Center and just under the railroad viaduct, that the brief, happenstance encounter took place.See the full content of this document
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Saturday Essay: Choices
On the way up the street, one panhandler had been seat...
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