The Happy Hooker

My neighbor down the street is a hooker. She even has business cards she hands out. Happy Hooker. She crochets beanies and caps.

My neighbor down the street is homeless. She sleeps in a tent under the viaduct and people drive by and leave food for her on the sidewalk. Late at night creeps honk as they speed by, the loud horn echoing off the peeling cement walls. She rarely gets a good night’s rest.

Yet every day she is up and knitting, sitting in the coffee shop or else in a lawn chair in the park, waiting for customers. She customizes her orders—though she reserves the right to refuse service.

Let me know if you’d like Linda to make you something.

http://oddlovescompany.com/about/

 

 

photo by Stacy Rupolo, http://chicagoreporter.com/a-community-out-in-the-cold/