I was walking down the street in Old Town. It was a beautiful evening. No need even for a jacket. The guy I found was leaning against a utility box, smoking a cigarette. He was 50-ish and friendly. I figured him for a maintenance guy at the hotel there.
"Well, sure!" he said when I asked my question. No hesitation. Go right ahead. So I prayed for him. He thanked me afterward. "I could use a good word," he said. I agreed that we all could.
165 more days to go!
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