Chris Jensen has gone missing from Fairview. This, by itself is neither unusual, unexpected or unwelcome.
What is unusual is that he left behind his bicycle and attached bicycle trailer, loaded with most of all his worldly possessions.
Wednesday morning I arrived at the Broadway and Granville McDonald's by 8 a.m. and Chris' bike and trailer was in their usual spot and Chis himself was in his usual spot, muttering under his breath and gumming his way through a muffin while, I assume, he attended to his blogs.
He left before me, at about 10 a.m. and here was the first unusual thing: he unhitched his bike from the trailer and rode of eastward, leaving the trail in front of McDonald's, and he didn't have a backpack, so had he left his laptop on the trailer?
I last saw him Wednesday evening, again at McDonald's; his trailer was still where he had left it in the morning, apparently undisturbed. Chris himself appeared about 9:30 p.m., left his bike in the restaurant, leaning against the soda fountain-slash-condiments island, and went off somewhere. I left before he came back.
Next morning -- Thursday, another homeless fellow intercepts me in the last block of alley on the south side of Broadway
What is unusual is that he left behind his bicycle and attached bicycle trailer, loaded with most of all his worldly possessions.
Wednesday morning I arrived at the Broadway and Granville McDonald's by 8 a.m. and Chris' bike and trailer was in their usual spot and Chis himself was in his usual spot, muttering under his breath and gumming his way through a muffin while, I assume, he attended to his blogs.
He left before me, at about 10 a.m. and here was the first unusual thing: he unhitched his bike from the trailer and rode of eastward, leaving the trail in front of McDonald's, and he didn't have a backpack, so had he left his laptop on the trailer?
I last saw him Wednesday evening, again at McDonald's; his trailer was still where he had left it in the morning, apparently undisturbed. Chris himself appeared about 9:30 p.m., left his bike in the restaurant, leaning against the soda fountain-slash-condiments island, and went off somewhere. I left before he came back.
Next morning -- Thursday, another homeless fellow intercepts me in the last block of alley on the south side of Broadway
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