The warmed granite stone felt good against Samuel’s back. It had been a cloudless day and by three enough sun had filtered down into the city canyons to warm his resting place adjacent to the home of the public theater. An afternoon matinee would be out soon. The play, according to the billboard across the street, was about some servant who served two masters. Samuels’s thoughts about serving masters stole him away from reality for a split second but he was quickly jolted back by a policeman tapping a nightstick against the wall above his head. Talking down while looking around to see if some asshole with a video camera was watching him, the policeman gave Samuel some instructions. “ Ten minutes after this play lets out, you better be gone. Got that?” Nodding that he understood the instructions, the officer accepted his answer and continued down the street. Samuel saw him tell two other street sitters to move on, “This area was already knee deep in needy.” The nightstick scared Samuel and he knew full well after the play he should be gone. That stick hurt. Any more thoughts on the matter dissipated as the doors to the theater flung open and the afternoon holiday throng spewed into the street. Reaching inside his coat for his sign and cup, Samuel extended his hand. Not too far as to intrude; but far enough so that it could be seen. The sign simply said, “VET a long way from there.” He did not look up as the crowd emptied out filling the cold street with theater warmth and cheer but he could hear what was being said. A few slowed, presumed, considered, moved on or contributed; none offered conversation. In a few minutes he had three dollars and some change.