Downtown Hyannis is a mecca for the homeless. There are bus services and social services, including the only overnight shelter for adults on Cape Cod, all within walking distance for most. Social services also include transitional assistance, Social Security Administration, unemployment, disability services, legal aid, community action, soup kitchens, thrift shops, food pantries, Red Cross, Catholic Social Services, the Immigration Center, federal health clinics, clinics for treating addiction, etc. There are a fair number of rooms for rent and lesser expensive hotel rooms off-season. In the winter especially, one can easily spot those without permanent abodes.
When driving through routinely, one may even come across the same individuals over and over again. One man carries a long-hike backpack. I remember him because he looks Asian and that is fairly uncommon. He wears a bulky green army jacket, construction boots and glasses. He has a long Fu Manchu. I have seen him walking Main Street on the many trips through on my way to the pool.
Recently, I saw him outside at the parking lot of my pool. The next time I saw him inside, then exiting the building. Today, I almost didn’t recognize him poolside. It was the first time I saw him without the bulky winter coat. He is razor-thin, I’d guess about 90 pounds. He wore jeans, a long-sleeve shirt, bright yellow suspenders, and was barefoot.
He laid on the cabana lounge chair flat on his back and gazed up into the screen of a cell phone. He unusually faced away from the pool. Later, he pulled out a clipboard and pencil out of his bag. “A writer” I thought. He walked over to the lifeguard and showed him the clipboard and made a few gestures with his hands without uttering a sound. He left and came back carrying a steaming to-go cup. Morning java I assume, the way most people start their day.