William
was sitting on a curb, in front of parked cars. He was weaving
something out of palm fronds. I introduced myself and asked what that
art form was called. He said that he just called it palm weaving. OK!
I told him that I had seen only a few people doing that in Sarasota
and only one in Venice, but there were LOTS of palm weavers in
Savannah. He had heard that.
William
is homeless, but he would much rather make a few dollars producing
crosses and roses, that beg for money. This way he can pay his own
way into a shelter each night. William said that he is 'clean', no
booze or drugs, and not many homeless can say that.