This afternoon (Friday), I looked out my office window and there he was again - standing in his regular spot. I walked down to see him. He was friendly, I was more comfortable. He was hungry, I bought him two cheeseburgers. I asked his age, he asked mine. When I asked to take some more photos, he smiled. Robert is 50 years old and has some family in Kentucky. He lives in a shelter and takes the bus downtown. He became disabled from a car accident 20 years ago and hasn&#39;t been able to work. We talked a few minutes more, I gave him multiples of $2 and wished him a good weekend. He smiled again and said, &quot;Thank you and G-d bless.&quot;<br><br>3/25/11 - Week 12<br>Last shot not with this week&#39;s theme. I was compelled to finish this short series.