Everyone knew Mister Sam. If you went to the Mall, you've seen him outside, but never in. If you had reason to go by the Safari Club during the day, you saw him outside”a seemingly permanent fixture sitting in a chair, leaning back on two of its legs against, his tree. The Rescue Mission, have you been there? If so, then across the street in that little stand of trees (it's fenced now to keep them out), Mister Sam could be seen shootin-the-breeze with the fellas, while waiting for the evening meal to be served. And yeah, if you saw him walking real slow on either 77 or Harrison avenue with his head down, don't worry, he wasn't sad, he was just lookin' for stuff. If you knew your way around the streets, you not only have seen Mister Sam, but you've spent some time with him. He had a good ear for listening and sound advice to help keep you out of trouble. He also had a way of seeing right through false bravado”he knew we were scared.
