It’s funny how the homeless seem like the hippies of the 1960s… I can still remember it. See it in my mind. Just a kid and sitting in the back seat of a car. Travelling down a dusty road heading to the Indian reservation from the city. The car was flying fast over hills and I was getting butterflies in my stomach. Windows rolled down letting all the dust in and listening to my mom, dad, and aunt talk. And on the radio played this song on that hot sunny bright dusty day.