Robin Hawke


Homeless
October 27, 2011, 3:27 PM
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I carved the sign first, chiseled the letters HOMELESS in birch.

Something wonderful happened, word spread. People dropped by with blankets and food. They offered to lend a hand with labor. The local newspaper picked up the story, provided daily updates; the story went national. Before I knew it, an organization mushroomed, with schedules, volunteers and timelines. My comfortable abode was built in less than a month, moved by truck.

I entered the cage, prepared to live in protest. That’s when everything stalled. I could have my free speech, but lacked the permit to erect a structure on public property.

Cross-wired the rules, oops…discovered only 100 words after posting…

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