In the shady part of town, in the nice part of town, I feel better when I see hobos in love. This may sound odd, but seeing homeless or "down on their luck" folks walking together, holding hands, makes me feel good. Maybe those guys don't have a house with a porch, maybe the are going to the Jackson House to get a free peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch, maybe they don't have any money at all, so they are going to ask for change at the Walgreens, but they have each other. They have a companion and someone to talk to for a little while. They love each other and hold hands as they walk up the street. I do and give what I can and I know it's not enough, but sometimes, having a hand to hold is the most important thing.