The more I attempt to write, “Beyond
the Signs,” the more of jumbled up fricken mess it becomes. There are so many
people wanting to hear a conclusion but the fact of the matter is – there is no
conclusion. This is how life goes and for some, it is even more of a challenge
than most would like to admit. Today, for instance, I walked to the bank and
followed a man who was pushing his bicycle while holding a duffle bag in one
hand and had a backpack slung over his other arm. Poking out of the backpack
was a sleeping bag. Need I say more?
As I exited the bank and began my
day’s journey, I passed that man who was sitting in the sunshine and spreading
his blankets and sleeping bag to dry out. I walked a little farther then
glanced back and saw Springfield Police asking him questions. The man did not
appear high or drunk to me, just cold and wanting to dry his things out in the
warm sun. Where’s the crime?
Until Later,
–Kirk Toncray
