The Mummy Returns

It’s a worrisome thing when one of the regulars is no longer present.

Even though the man I called the mummy in this previous blog is a pre-dawn regular of the pavement en route to Starbucks, not a patron, his absence for over two months had me wondering if he might have died.

But the mummy returns! I saw him around 4:45 a.m. as I walked to the neighborhood Starbucks.  There he was—bundled up and asleep in his filthy bedroll, tucked in behind the bus stop bench on Colorado Blvd.

Strangely comforting to see him there again…

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