Sunday, September 9, 2012 – The Clan

Sunday, September 9, 2012 – The Clan


I have been on my perch on the hill for four weeks now, and generally it has turn out to be the best spot around to plant myself sit and think, listen to music and sleep. The only times I had been approached by police were after 6:30 a.m. and I was either asleep or in a half sleep dazed state and each time issued a warning not to be caught sleeping.

Since establishing my squatter’s rights a few other homeless have begun to join me on my hill. At first it was an odd ball lot of individuals, a couple that I had seen numerous times around the ARCH and more recently a group of about a half dozen young people (young adults) who seem t have formed themselves into a clan.

This afternoon I was lying on my hill and I heard this group gathering about 20 yards behind me. The two guys were picking up trash that had been strewn and left behind by some of the prior visitors to my hill. “The cops told us if we cleaned things up a bit they wouldn’t bother us”. Apparently the one young man had a visitation from an officer the night before and he behaved respectfully and the officer had mercy and enough human concern to extend his care and “un-officially” the care of the police department to these young people, and by extension, to me.

Well … this is a relief to me. I was wandering what I was going to do with all that trash that had been accumulating.