This is for Blake…………..
I was waiting to pick up someone at the airport one night in early December. I was in the area known as The Spanish Landing, which is across the street from terminal two in San Diego. The parking lot along the marina. Anyhow, it was cold that night. Mid to low 40’s. I went to use the public restroom, which is not technically inside of doors. There may be a roof over your head, but completely exposed to the elements besides that . When I walked inside, there was a homeless guy curled up in a fetal position in the corner, with nothing more than thin sweat pants on, old torn up sneakers, and an old jacket that was draped over is shoulders. It looked like it was too small for him to wear. Part of his back was exposed to the open air. As I was walking back to my car, I was wishing that I had a blanket, an old beach towel, or an old hoody to give him. Unfortunately, I had none of those. What I did have, all I had, was one of my favorite jackets. Silk lined, dark green suede coat, that is one you could get away with wearing a dress shirt and a tie with at a semi formal function. I went into the bathroom and draped it over the guy. I just couldn’t leave him there like that. It’s just a coat. I can always replace it.