Past few days we’ve had a homeless guy —fully permitted, mind you —- hanging out here in tony Fisher Park. His rap is he’s a down on his luck archaeologist/artist, and he’s been putting his latter skill to work in front of my house sketching the house across the street, which I also used to own.

I still have fond memories of the house, and the guy’s sketch is pretty good, far as I can tell, so I offered him $20. He told me that wasn’t enough, considering he’d spent almost 14 hours working on it. Twenty bucks was all I had, so it was a take it or leave it deal. So I left it, but did spend a few minutes pondering what a homeless guy’s time is worth.