I walked along side a
homeless man today for .7 miles. This elderly African
American gentlemen was pushing a contraption of carts
westward on 29th Street. His vehicle
consisted of four shopping-carts bound together with
rope. Each cart contained a 6-foot tower of can-filled
garbage bags. 
    
This
homeless-man-vehicle was puttering along in the middle
of the one-lane street, as I walked parallel to him on
the sidewalk. Cars and trucks were backed up behind him,
beeping their horns like he was just any other timid
driver. I couldn’t resist slowing my own pace in
order to observe this peculiar traffic congestion.
He obeyed traffic signals for
the most part but there was one instance when he ran a
red light at the Park Avenue intersection. I wished to
see him loose grip of that cart and then witness a car
crash into those thousands of cans. Would you?