Marilyns belongings multiple blankets, bags of clothing and sleeping bags given to her by those meaning well surrounded her. Im psychologically attached to this stuff, she said.
Although Marilyn may be a member of our communitys homeless population, she isnt necessarily dispossessed. While a bad knee, an ulcer and asthma as well as her attachment to her things had kept her under the bridge morning, noon and night, she had a network of friends who had been bringing her buttered toast and sweet rolls in the morning and Chef Boyardee in the evenings.
On this particular summer morning, the air had a faint smell of urine, and a rat brazenly scampered near Tribune photographer David Middlecamps shoes, staring him down from a bridge abutment.