We heard him before we saw him.
“I may be ugly, but I still need help!” the homeless man shouted good naturedly as he waved his paper cup in front of the crowd crossing Michigan Ave.
My six-year-old granddaughter and I were on the street corner headed to the Art Institute for her first visit to the Thorne Miniature Rooms.
As we crossed the street, he repeated his self-deprecating plea: “I may be ugly, but I still need help!”
Suddenly, a handsome, well-dressed man in front of me yelled out in a big booming voice, “It’s the Trump economy!! Get a job!!”