One of my favorite pastimes during this pandemic is walking in the park along the Wabash River. It’s not a stylish spot like our other parks. You don’t see fancy running gear, people walking pedigreed dogs, or upscale vans. You’re more apt to see folks in parked trucks and old model sedans. I suppose that’s because it’s not in a very good neighborhood. Nevertheless, the joy of seeing the bend in the river, and sunlight over the water, is an exhilarating experience. Yesterday, I observed another person enjoying the riverfront : A homeless man cooking spaghetti in the park.
At first, I saw a folding stove, with a pan above the flames. This held my attention, because I recently purchased a similar stove after going through the last power outage. Although it was warm weather, and we weren’t feeling cold, we desperately needed a cup of coffee. Luckily, our son found a McDonalds that was serving coffee, so we made it through the next 18 hours. The following day,, I found a survival stove and cubes of fuel at Rural King , which can be used indoors. No matter what, we will have our coffee, even if it’s just instant.
The homeless man impressed me when he opened a box of spaghetti and broke some into the pot of boiling water. He was having a homecooked meal right next to the river. No canned spaghetti for him!
He appeared to be middle aged, and wore a clean jacket and pants. He had a beard, but it wasn’t overly long. I thought about him as I walked by his encampment, consisting of nothing more than a backpack and a few scattered items.. Out of curiosity, I turned around for another look. And then, I saw that he was walking a short distance behind me.