I often see a wiry woman pushing a cart full of odds and ends around town, or hefting around a military seabag across her narrow shoulders, weighing almost as much as she does. Her long brown hair hangs down her back in a ponytail to keep it out of her leather-hard face. She is one of the regulars on that stretch of road who hold up cardboard signs in hope that at a traffic light, someone will toss loose change or perhaps a fresh sandwich their way. And I am curious. Everyone has a ... View the Post