Odd encounter today on nw Trendythird street.

Among the richest folks in town a broken, houseless, old gent was hobbling down the street and looking real bad. He looked like the wooden driftwood version of his former self. He hurled himself onto a portapotty on NW 23rd and as we passed i could hear "Opum da door!"

I ran up "You got it cousin, here ya go...hope everything comes out alright. But he didn't go in. He did some kind of gibbon swing down to the floor and began fishing around the drift papers and scum. He looked like a zombie cat pawing into a fridge. Then he pulled out a cylindrical object and smiled a huge toothless grin. He giggled loudly and hobbled off.

I thought it was a stogie. "Good for you gettn some toilet tobacco" I thought. But i was wrong. Olive's observation was better in this encounter. It wasn't a smoke...it was a whistle. The guy must have lost his thing while dropping the kids off at the pool. We are so glad he got it back. Looks like it made his day.