One night, after the DH2013 sessions, I went out to grab some dinner. I sat on a bench. And then a homeless guy politely asked if he could sit down. (Of course you can! You’re homeless!) He carried a beat up guitar and was a fine musician. He had quite a few missing teeth. He wasn’t drunk. He was lucid and intelligent. He was introverted. So am I. We got along!
- He mused on how he has been able to avoid prison.
- He described 2 different types of marijuana and how they differed. He also brought up LSD and some other things, though not so light-heartedly. Too many lives have been obliterated.
- He shared a few experiences about police officers who went far beyond the call of duty to help him.
- He said he’d like to travel and see the U.K., but he knows he’ll probably never be able to. (“I live a pretty meager life.”)
- I was hungry and somehow we got on the topic of barbecuing. He gave me some tips. (He had a few jobs in the past working at restaurants.)
I bought a barbecue sandwich for me and for him. (He told me where to get them.) He puts out a jar and collects tips while he plays, but he said his favorite thing is when people comment on his music. It was a little strange, but actually kind of pleasant. He reminded me of a few people I once knew, but who are no longer with us. What an interesting evening! After all the Scholarship, Technology, and Digital Humanities talk, it really comes down to interesting people.