Cold and wet and homeless, we found refuge under a human-sized air dryer.
The bank sign on South Tryon Street read 42° at 3:36 a.m. It had been raining all night. I was soaked to the bone and suffering the beginning stages of hypothermia. I sat with arms pulled into my not-so-waterproof jacket in a kind of heat-escape-lessening posture. I desperately needed to strip naked and get dry clothes on. Unfortunately (or fortunately)…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Speak Up to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.