At least a dozen times this winter I've seen two sisters in matching long, wool coats, matching red scarves, and matching green hats, sitting on the Red Line in the area set aside for a wheelchair.
But instead of a wheelchair, they placed what perhaps is all their earthly belongings. And it looks like they've packed a lot into a cube that's roughly 3 feet wide, by 4 feet tall, by 3 feet deep.
Their stuff is strapped tightly and carefully onto large dolly, secured with various bungy cords and crutches acting as rigid supports. (Sorry for the crappy cellphone photo, but it gives you an idea at least.)
Most mornings the sisters are happily asleep, leaning against each
other. Except for one day last week, when the taller sister started
preaching, long and loud. It was amusing, if nothing else, as she spoke
non sequiturs about Jesus Christ, evil white people, Malcolm X and the art
museum in Columbus, Ohio.
I just hope they aren't living on the Red Line.
Postscript: After I wrote this two day ago, I saw these women again going
north on the Red Line when I boarded Wednesday after renewing my
driver's license (my birthday was Wednesday). They were sound asleep.
I'm not sure what to think about them. Somehow I don't want to believe they are homeless or mentally ill, but
in fact they probably are. One thing for certain - these two are smart