“Who will provide the roof to protect you from the rain, the heat to comfort you from the cold, and the coffee to fill your stomach when the damn, greedy capitalists are all gone?”
It was a cold, rainy day when I saw the man come into the tire shop. He walked with a swagger; the swagger of a man who had been someone, someone special. But his face told a different story, a story of bitterness and lost hope. He helped himself to a free cup of coffee provided by the management for waiting customers, and sat down to warm and dry himself. He wasn’t purchasing anything and I soon discovered that this was a daily visit and was his opportunity to discuss the political flavor of the day.
