I work at a home for crisis youth who have been removed from their families. My responsibility to is to watch over the kids, make sure they don’t break parole, get homework done and chores accomplished. I help them in learning to cook the gourmet meals of quesadillas and toast. I also get to make sure they walk to and from school without taking a few smoke breaks along the way. Last week I successfully lost the only person I was suppose to watch get home from school and in turn got to walk home with a bag lady. She had an accumulation of two or three hats on, a festive plaid coat, slippers and a little suitcase on wheels. She wore ginormous glasses so she could focus on things in any plane of sight. Her head was kept down and she would run through all these deep leaves just dragging the little suit case. It surprised me that for being so old she could walk so fast and that of all the groomed sidewalks she chose to run through grass, leaves and unmoved dog pooh. And I must admit I was a little curious about what was in the bag and how it became so important that she would rather live under a bridge and shower at a Pilot station than work. But it did motivate me to get a little more exercise as I had to run faster than her so I wouldn’t get mugged.