Parking Lot Prayers

You never want to call someone crazy, but he was dressed in the blues of the local mental hospital. We were standing in front of a local grocery store. I truly enjoyed this neighborhood. But, family and friends found this an unusual predilection of mine. A cross dresser in his early 70’s fed stray cats outside the Starbucks from an open tuna can every morning. My porch somehow became a garage-sale wherever thing was free. The theft was so common I put out everything I would otherwise donate for the petty thieves to sell on Craigslist. Even when I entered my own home to find it in the processed of being burgled – I still liked the place.