Why, Lizzie Beth, how glad I am to see you! Lay that wet jacket there by the stove and come get you a chair.
No. I ain't busy -- jest settin here feeling kindly down in m spirits. These short days and dark clouds take me thataway sometimes. But mostly I been thinking on last night. Well, you see, yesterday evening Bernice come by and wanted me to come with her into Asheville to see the Christmas lights. And I'll not deny, they are a sight on earth. How they get them in some of those high up places, you'd not credit. I hate to think what the electric bill will be for some of them places. . . Well, Bernice drove us right into downtown, where I ain't been in many a year, and I could hardly believe all the changes there was - great new buildings and people everywhere and some right quare-lookin folks at that . . .
But what else I saw . . . there was this one woman pushing an old shopping buggy, just piled high with bags and I says to Bernice, 'Well, she's doing a plenty of shopping,' and Bernice looks at me all pitiful like and says, "Birdie, honey, that woman's likely homeless -- there's a sight of 'em here in Asheville. The things in that buggy is probably everything she owns.'
Well, I don't hardly believe what she begins to tell me but then she takes and drives to this place where you can see up under this bridge there are pieces of cardboard and old blankets and such and she says that's one of the places some of those folks sleep. Can you imagine? . . .


