I was running across Colorado Ave in Santa Monica yesterday morning, when my Blackberry bounced out of my shirt pocket and smashed to the road, with pieces (back cover, battery and rest) flying in different directions. As I was gathering the parts and putting them back together again — everything would work fine — a homeless man pushing a shopping cart stopped and handed me a plastic pouch to carry my PDA. "Here, you need this," he said, and then rolled on.
The homeless are always giving to me. Several homeless men on Pico Blvd near Robertson have offered me money.
Maybe it says something about the way I dress or carry myself. I must scream needy, like a lost puppy.
