The tattoo on her neck is a sequence of horizontal slashes with the words subjoined, "cut here"
Robbi manages the Berkeley Community Resource Center, what we euphemistically call “The Shelter”, where Jadyne and I volunteer.
Yesterday “Raptor” came to Christ Church to use the bathroom. He was obviously in great pain. I asked him, “Do we need to call someone?” He didn’t answer, and after a minute or so walked away. Today, in not much better shape he asked for a doughnut. Limping out in the rain, his heels leaking out of his shoes, he took his bike and before walking down Cedar Street, came back to the van and laid two one dollar bills on the pickup bed. “Hey” I yelled, “Can’t you use this?” Raptor continued on down the street.
Raptor’s home on University Avenue at the corner of Shattuck and University in front of McDonalds.
Chris is the exception. He doesn’t eat at the shelter; he doesn’t ask for groceries at the Berkeley Food Pantry. He and many of his friends whose RVs are parked along Sixth Street were booted out of the Berkeley Marina and have taken up residence in other parts of Berkeley. He’s the handyman in the neighborhood, fixing stuff for everyone else.