Too Busy to Care

I could have offered so little that would have meant so much

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If she hadn’t been crying, I would have walked past her, one of a dozen street people I passed in the ten-minute walk from the workshop I had just given in a convention center back to my hotel.

Fall in San Francisco is a time of mists and late afternoon chills. The clinging dampness left me irritable, slowly…