streets.â
Mac shook his head. âNot for the people I deal with. Iâm not talking about kids. They hit the streets because of physical or sexual abuse, running away from a bad home situation, drug abuse, or some, a very few, just because of the thrill of being on their own. They think itâs some sort of adventure. They find out pretty soon it ainât and most go back home, especially in the bad weather. In the summer the streets are filled with kids. The first good snowfall sends them all back home.â
We came up to another group of men standing around a big garbage dumpster. All four of them greeted Mac enthusiastically.
âLooks a bit like rain tonight,â Mac said, looking skyward. It was overcast.
âHope not,â one of them replied.
âWell, if it does, you know what you can do, eh?â âGet wet,â another answered and they all laughed. âThat or go into a shelter. Heaton House would still have space.â
âThey can keep their space.â
As Mac talked to them, they passed a bottle from person to person. It was offered to Mac.
âThanks but no thanks,â Mac said politely.
âHow about you?â the man asked, holding the bottle out to me.
I backed away, holding my hands up, shocked. I couldnât even imagine what diseases I could get sharing anything with this bunch.
âHeâs too young to drink,â Mac said, answering for me.
âNever too young or too old.â
Mac reached into his backpack and pulled out a package of cigarettes. âYou boys want to split these?â
âThanks, Mac.â
âYouâre a real buddy.â
We started off again.
âDo you give out cigarettes to everybody?â I asked. âBest way to gain their trust and thatâs the best way to help them. Nobody accepts help from somebody they donât trust.â
I guess that made sense. Besides, getting cancer wasnât what was going to kill these guys.
âIf those men arenât going to a shelter, where will they sleep tonight?â I asked.
âI think they were standing right beside it.â
âThe building?â
âThe dumpster,â Mac said.
âTheyâre going to sleep in a dumpster?â
âIt gets them out of the wind. They can pull down the top for protection to keep dry if it rains. Not a bad place.â
âBut a dumpster ⦠how could they sleep with all that garbage?â
âThereâs garbage and then thereâs garbage. That dumpster is used by a furniture factory. The stuff they put in there, pieces of wood, bits of leather or plastic and foam, it makes a good place to sleep.â
âBut why wouldnât they just go to that place you mentioned ⦠what was it?â
âHeaton House. Itâs a menâs shelter. They can get a bed and a bath there.â
âThat doesnât sound bad. Why donât any of these guys want to go to a shelter?â I asked.
âLots of people do use shelters, but just as many others donât.â
We crossed a busy street and headed off into the dark of another back lane.
âWhy wouldnât everybody go sleep in a shelter?â I asked.
âLots of reasons. It can be crowded and loud and sometimes dangerous. There can be fights, people rippinâ off your stuff. Some people canât stand being around people whoâre mentally ill. And some people just canât go. Theyâre banned.â
âBanned? What would somebody have to do to get banned?â
âStealing, beating on people, or just being too crazyââ âDonât you mean mentally ill?â I asked, chiding him. âNope. Crazy. Maybe being up all night screaming and yelling.â
âStill, that has to be better than sleeping in a dumpster.â
âThere are some places that are better than both. Sometimes some of the boys get together, pool their money, and get a motel room or even a room