A Rose by any other name is still a Rose
Meet Rose. I'm pretty sure she doesn't know my name, but I sure know hers. Rose is a homeless lady, who lives and moves in Chicago's Lakeview community. I met Rose on Thanksgiving Day in 2012 when I spotted here at my bus stop. Like most people with the homeless, I was fast in thought about her lot in life. A lady clearly over the age of seventy, Rose was bundled up for warmth, and toting around a shopping cart, filled with her entire life's possessions. She reminded me of a lady in Seattle's Pike Place Market; us kids used to call our 'Basil Lady', who sold my parents fresh produce. Like the Basil Lady, Rose has a weathered face, full of character and she was all too eager to chit-chat.