Whither thou goest
The state of things here in Sactown: brace yourselves for winter.
A few weeks ago, a shop on my downtown walk was desparately fighting to stay open. The name of the place: Tenacity Gifts. But even with a name like that, there wasn’t enough. Tenacity, that is. So, one day they closed. The day after they closed, there was a woman sleeping under the glass store window. She didn’t appear to be the “typical” homeless person, as she had a clean, new sleeping bag, and her hair appeared to be clean. The thought occurred to me that she might have been the owner, saying goodbye. But probably not.
Even though the store didn’t make it, I hope we all have the tenacity needed to hang on in the weeks ahead!
What was that, an ugly old lady or a young one?