Keeping our nose clean

I’ve known this homeless man for a few years. He goes to jail. And then, he is released. So, he’ll turn up. Only to disappear again. Usually, I seek him out, speaking to him first as he has never approached me, until last week. On my outing the other day, he stood across the street as I visited with others from the shelter. Then after a bit, like glue, he suddenly stuck to my side as if he were…