See no evil, hear no evil

Every night on my way home from work, I pass under a major interstate overpass. Every night, I see the same two shopping carts parked under the overpass, filled to the brim, usually covered with blankets. Most nights, I see the same elderly gentleman sitting next to the carts, watching traffic.

When he isn't there, I wonder where he has gone. And what if someone takes his stuff?

When he is there, I always resist the urge to pull over, take up a seat next to him on the concrete, and ask him his story.

I wonder what he would have to say about all the people that pass him by every single day.