April 11, 2018. I’m thinkin’ today’s a special day. Maybe Homelessness Awareness Day. I can’t keep special days straight anymore because there are so many of them that don’t show up on the free calendars I get from vendors. (Oddly, Canadian Boxing Day is noted. I’m not sure if that one has something to do with mixed martial arts or UPS. I guess both are important enough to have a note on calendars.) I’ll have to Google it. I’m a Googler. It’s my go-to ready reference because my brain is full and I refuse to replace memories of my kids’ First Communions with irrelevant factoids.
But I’m pretty sure it’s Homelessness Awareness Day by the silent protesters I saw this morning. I met my wife for breakfast before work and saw some “awareness” protesters; a family (two adults and five kids) sitting in the middle of the restaurant clad in their favorite pajamas and coats. (I assume they kept their coats on because they’re modest and were on public display or maybe they were just chilly.)