Nothing But a Hound Dog

Ahomeless man in coveralls carrying two jugs of water bounced with a gait while singing. I walked over to him, offering hand warmers. “Hi, please take these. It’s only going to get colder tonight.” “Whoa! Thank you. They’ll come in handy.” I tucked a couple of scripture cards into the bib of his coveralls, next to his suspenders. “And read these, if you will.” “I will, but wait. Did you know I…