Sarge is the campus hobo. He walks around in his uniform, digging through trash for cans to recycle. He's in our dumpster at least once a week, and is always happy to greet me as I come home from work. On occasion, the frats will have him over for dinner--he's been around for a while.
We have "The Hot Dog Guy" who is a sweet, old Polish man who is always offering his special seasoning to whoever buys their lunch from him. He's a fascinating conversationalist, and loves his regulars who always tip him almost 100% (it's easy when it's a buck for a hot dog).
There's "The Jewelry Lady" who designs beautiful jewelry and sells it to the young ladies on campus. You can count on her to amaze you with her stories, if you give her the time of day.
On our street is "The Lady on the Corner" who has torn down her fence and allows anyone to garden/grow anything in her yard. She hosts gypsy jazz concerts in her home, and her brick house is painted yellow, purple, and orange.
"The Crazy Lady" just stares. All the time.
Finally, there's the "Bubble Boy." I have yet to get to the bottom of this one. He rides around on his bike, completely wrapped in plastic. It literally looks like he wrapped himself in saran-wrap, and hopped on his bike. Maybe some day I'll get the story.
These guys keep things interesting around here.
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