brought to you by a homeless woman who had set up shop on the sidewalk outside the Walgreen’s on Washington about half a block west of our Great Street.
There she was surrounded by all her belongings encased in plastic bags of varying colors; sitting in a fold-out chair - not begging for money – actually she was in a world all of her own.
One leg up in the air – filing her heel with a pumice stone.
If you think that her priorities might be a little out of whack....you obviously have never suffered from dry, cracked heels.
The pain is unbearable - like the curse....