It was my first day of what was to be a three-month business trip. After getting settled into the apartment I had rented in the Mission, I made my way into the Castro. It was late afternoon, and the Castro was already in full swing with the beginning of the weekend. The sun had already warmed the day. From over the hills, I could see the edge of the summer fog beginning to roll in for its evening visit. Soon it would blanket the city with its cooling touch. As I sat in the upper loft of Twin Peaks, I looked out of the small window as people came out of the Castro Street Muni Station. It was then I noticed him for the first time, just below my little window.
He was sitting on the sidewalk with his back against the glass of the bus stop. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him from the minute I
