Last week I took a walk around my neighborhood. On the corner of 900 East and 1300 South, I crossed paths with this person. I don’t know if you can tell, but he was holding one large doll and had three smaller baby dolls in his messenger bag, slung over his shoulder. He looked a little too clean to be homeless, but he had that air about him. I felt like I was walking through his living room.

He scared me enough to slow my pace so that I wouldn’t be too close when he crossed, but not enough to keep me from clicking a picture of him after he passed. I realized uncomfortably that I would have been less scared of him if he had been carrying a rifle…