Monday, December 3, 2007

Umbrella #2: December 1, 2007

Al

Al looked to be in his mid to late fifties—white hair, white and gray beard, leathery skin. When I saw him, Al was standing in a stucco doorway of a closed business on 4th Ave. Al was waiting for the free ticket bus that allows people to ride for free. He was wearing boots, a hunter-green aussie hat, denim jeans, a khaki polo shirt, and a green camouflage jacket with the initials JR marked on the inside. Al seemed well prepared for the weather. I asked him if he could use an umbrella. He said he already had one. I don’t remember where he said he was from.

When Al graduated from high school, he enlisted in the U.S. Navy to see the world. He never left the United States. After a few years, Al had completed his service time. He moved back in with his parents to go to college. With no rent to pay and veteran checks, Al had too much money and time on his hands. Instead of excelling in school, he ended up focusing heavily on women and drinking. Al has been on the street off and on since 1980, shortly after he flunked out of college. Living on the street, Al got into the drug scene. He began selling drugs, which provided him with a large income. He would have pockets full of money protected by a gun on his side. The availability of such larges amounts of cash soon became a problem for Al once again. Al began using crystal-meth heavily, but, in retrospect, he didn’t consider this to be his only issue. As Al said, “money means women” and, for Al, women meant a downward spiral to being broke and being homeless again.

A financial misunderstanding sparked the most recent cause for his homelessness. Al had decided to move out of his home in Missouri, purchase a place in Mexico and settle down. Al put a gentleman he knew in charge of his finances with the understanding that the gentleman would move the money into an account that Al could access from Mexico. When Al got to Mexico, the funds weren’t there. Al ended up hitchhiking all the way back to Missouri. When he got back to Missouri, he settled the dispute, not completely regaining the money he once had.

At this point, Al had grown accustom to street-life and decided to continue to travel. He found that he was able to live on the basics provided by street-life along with his Veteran’s healthcare and food stamps. Al said that there are about nine sandwich places in town where he can go and get a sandwich for free; he asked me if he wanted one because he had two sandwiches in his backpack. There are places where travelers can go to shower and get clean clothes. While the traveler is showering, their dirty clothes are taken and replaced with new clothes; their old clothes (including underwear) are washed and given to another traveler.

Although Al couldn’t tell me where he stays, he said it was near the mall. On occasions when Al drinks he will stay in the wash, but otherwise, the wash is too dangerous. But Al makes the exception when he drinks so that he can stay out of trouble. He just takes his bottle down to the wash and lays out down there so that he won’t bother anyone.

Roger Coffee

When I met Roger, he was selling stone jewelry along a rock wall near Epic CafĂ© (4th Ave). Roger had long white and gray hair that went a little past his shoulders and probably a 5-inch beard. He was wearing a denim top hat that was about a foot tall. The hat had three buttons. The first button said “No War”. The second button said “Veterans for Peace”. Roger told me that he once had a button the said “Veterans against War”, but he didn’t like the conflict suggested in the phrase so he switched the button out to one that was for peace, rather than against war. The third button said “#1 Slave” which he took to mean that he was willing to do the jobs that others weren’t willing to do. There were other buttons—butterflies, a leaf, a paper flower (for Veterans funds)—on his hat that were given to his by various people.

Roger had spent 8 ½ months in Vietnam during the war; he was drafted. He was an engineer. They would send him to find safe routes for the troops. There were times that he had to swim across rivers and under bridges to make sure that it was safe. Roger said that Vietnam changed in effects of war on troops because of the improvements in travel. It used to be that soldiers would spend around three weeks on a ship before they would be back home. This time served as a ‘wined-down’ between battle and home. Roger commented that this is the same issue we are seeing with troops in the Iraq war. “You could be in Baghdad one day and in Hollywood the next.”

Roger sells stone jewelry, but he also juggles. He juggles with rubber balls and will switch between juggling them to bouncing them on the ground. Roger used to travel as part of the crew in the circus. He would help set up and tear down. The job paid minimum wage to start, but then they would only pay them for 40/hrs a week when, in reality, work them 70-90/hrs a week. Usually the crew and the performers do not associate with one another, but Roger became friends with two Middle Eastern sisters that were in the show. They were confused as to why Roger was on the crew since he had a talent. Although Roger didn’t perform juggling as a performance, he did switch to the performers side. I think he was some sort of announcer.

Roger Coffee is this traveler’s real name, but Coffee is also his ‘rainbow’ name. Every year, Roger attends the annual Rainbow Gathering. It started in the 1970s with ten people who met in the woods, got naked, smoked pot, and prayed for peace. The next year, every one invited ten more people and now, Roger said, the number of people who come is in the thirty thousands. This year, the Rainbow Gathering is going to be in Wyoming. Roger plans to ride his bicycle there. When you go to a Rainbow Gathering, you can expect at least one person to say to you, “Welcome Home.” More information can be found at welcomehome.org.

Roger must be in very good condition to do all of the activities that he enjoys. He bicycles everyday. Roger also plans to travel to one of the Northwest states (I forget which one) to visit a friend of his who is storing his kayak; he loves to kayak and sail.

Roger stays in a little spot near Ina. He takes the bus every night back home. On a normal day, Roger has enough time to ride the bus to 4th, sell his jewelry and leave 4th by around 5:30 so that he can get back to camp before dark. The think that stood out most about Roger was his kind heart. I can’t imagine Roger angry. Roger prided himself in being honest and providing for himself. He has things to offer in return for money; something people actually want. The stones that Roger uses to make his jewelry come from communities in developing nations that are trying to make a living, like Indonesia. Some of his stones come from a cooperative housing community (of about 20 people) in Peru. The people in the community all produce a good and the profits go to supporting the group.

On Saturday night, I ran into Stoney and Pugsy together on 4th. Pugsy was playing his guitar and Stoney had made many flowers out of palm leaves and spread them out for people to buy. I could see Stoney’s umbrella sticking out of his backpack. I gave my umbrella to Pugsy. I mentioned that they had quite a bit of competition because of how many street performers were out. I pointed out where all the other performers were and what they were doing. One girl across the street was selling bracelets. Pugsy got excited and jumped up. “I’m gonna go talk to her!” I thought he was angry, thought I had just started a fight. But he planned to ask to join them. “We’re gonna make a hippie-road-block!” Apparently, travelers will sometimes gather in large groups so that passersby will have to walk through them and will be more inclined to give.

Umbrella #1: November 30, 2007



Andre, Nicole, Stoney and Crazy Eddie

Friday, November 30, 2007, was a very rainy day. I stepped outside to head down to 4th Ave and do some interviews. I watch the rain pouring down and saw this old shoe soaked in the rain. I thought about all of the street performers that I had talked to and wondered if they were warm at this moment. It is fun to get wet in the rain as long as you have somewhere to be warm and change into dry clothes afterwards. I got this idea to go to a thrift store and buy an umbrella and try to give it away to someone that needed it just to see what would happen.

After buying the umbrella, I met my friend Gary on 4th. We were walking in the rain under our umbrella and I warned him that if we found someone who needed an umbrella that we would be giving it away. We stopped at a crosswalk to wait for the light to change and there was this car that was going splash us as it drove by. In anticipation, Gary tried to shield us with the umbrella. He managed to shield our torsos, but we still got soaked from the knees down. So, in jest, I said, “Oh great, Gary. Good job.” And he replied, “at least it’s just our feet.” As soon as he finished saying the word ‘feet’, this car sped by us and created a wave above our heads that covered us from head to toe in dirty street water.

When we crossed the street, we saw this guy with a hiking backpack with palm leaves strapped to the top. He was standing with three other travelers under a 10ft by 10ft canopy by a North—a pool hall. I walked up to one of the travelers, Andre; asked him how the night was going and if he would like an umbrella. He said no. I asked his girlfriend, Nicole; she said no. The guy with the hiking backpack, Stoney, raised his hand. “I want it.” I gave him the umbrella and stuck around to talk to them.

Andre and Nicole

Andre is from Connecticut and has been traveling since he graduated high school. He is nineteen, but looks at least twenty-two. He plays acoustic guitar. Both he and his girlfriend, Nicole, sell jokes for money, food, cigarettes, etc. Nicole also sings on occasion, but mostly she sells jokes. Nicole is from Tempe, AZ.

Andre and Nicole had just spent Thanksgiving with Nicole’s family in Tempe. When I asked her why she decided to be a traveler, she turned to show me her fanny pack; it had a patch that she had sewn on that said “Explorer”. Andre and Nicole just wanted to have an adventure. She told she couldn’t just go to some regular job everyday; she wanted to just experiences while she’s young (20 years old).

Nicole had originally started traveling with her friend, Megan. Nicole travels mostly by hitchhiking or riding in between train cars. They traveled for a while together, but there was a misunderstanding one-day and they were split up. Megan had made arrangements to catch a ride in one of the town they were passing through, but there wasn’t enough room in the car for Nicole. That same day, Nicole met a guy named Rod and they started traveling together. Nicole called Rod her “road-dog” meaning that they were traveling companions. Nicole was Rod’s road-dog and he was hers. A while later, Nicole and Rod run into Megan and her boyfriend in another town. Rod and the boyfriend leave the two (supposedly just for a little while) and don’t come back. Megan and Nicole read in the paper that Rod and the boyfriend had gotten arrested. Apparently, the two of them had too much to drink the night before. The boys saw this police motorcycle sitting by itself. They decided to knock it over and steal the flares and some green paint that was on the bike. They went to the train yard, sprayed a train with the green paint and set a bail of hay on fire with the flares.

Megan and Nicole started traveling together again. Then Nicole decided to settle down in Ohio. She had an apartment for three weeks when she met Andre. Andre was a friend of some travelers that Nicole had originally met in Galveston. Her friends from Galveston introduced Andre to Nicole because he thought they would hit it off. They were right. In the hour that I spent talking to Andre and Nicole, they were very loving towards each other. Nicole talked a couple into sparing a couple of slices of pizza and shared with Andre. Andre talked another person out of his leftover salmon and pasta, which he shared with Nicole. When I left, they were holding each other, eyes closed, under the canopy.

Stoney

While I was talking to Andre and Nicole, I glanced over at my friend Gary and Stoney. Stoney was making roses, hearts and a cross out of the palm leaves. Stoney handed me the cross and I asked him if Gary had told him I was a Christian. Andre and Nicole stopped talking and turned to me. Andre asked me, “Would you pray for our dog?”

They were in Tucson waiting to pay off their dog’s surgery. The dog had lost a paw when it was run over by a train. Andre and Nicole had found a local foundation that helped them pay for $1700 worth of the $3600 veterinarian bill. Andre sent messages back home to old high school teachers and friends asking for money to help pay of the debt. A large amount of people responded including people that Nicole and Andre didn’t even know.

Stoney was wearing a knitted cap, a hooded sweatshirt, boots and overalls with a patch that said “Red, White and Blue. Even if you see these colors, it doesn’t mean you’re free.” Stoney seemed to be against organized government. He said he didn’t want “to be a number”. Stoney said he wants to travel and be invisible.

Stoney is from Georgia. A few years ago was arrested in New Orleans for sleeping in a public school. Because he didn’t have any tools on him, they were only able to pin him with civil robbery. Stoney did 74 days in New Orleans. The day before his release day, New Orleans was evacuated because Hurricane Katrina was about to hit. The prisoners were not evacuated. They were all placed in the lower level of the prison, which similarly designed to a dormitory. Water came up through the toilets and showers. Eventually the water level was up to Stoney’s nose. All of the inmates were on the top bunks of the bunk beds because that was still above water.

When the prisoners were finally evacuated, they were taken by boat to the middle of this bridge. Both ends of the bridge were under water. There were 7000 inmates on the middle of the bridge for a day and a half without food or water. Prisoners were jumping into the moving water to try and escape. If they could hold their breath long enough to get away, they weren’t caught. I would assume they probably didn’t survive since this isn’t still water.

Stoney picked up a weaving talent for money. He skins palm leaves and rips them in half to make flowers and designs. The large pieces he makes are sold for $10 and the smaller flowers are sold for $5. Stoney has been able to travel to 38 of the 50 states. He has been as far as Florida to California and back to Maine. His worst experience was in L.A. That is when he picked up his talent with palm leaves; we weaved for a day or so to make enough money ($53) to get out of L.A. His family was “a bunch of rednecks” that beat him; they had bad childhoods and took it out on him. He is on parole and has a warrant out for his arrest in California.

Through his troubles he has hitchhiker with people on vacation, religious people, crazy people. Once a guy in Phoenix picked him up. When they were 30 miles outside of Phoenix, the guy says that he had just “slashed his friend” the night before. The guy pulls down his shirt and he has a cut from his neck past his collarbone. Stoney really thought the guys was going to hurt him, but Stoney doesn’t carry weapons. Stoney pretended to have a weapon by putting his hand in his pocket and told the guy to pull over and let him out. He got away safely. If Stoney ever gets a bad feeling he will ask them to pull the car over or grab the wheel if he has to.

Stoney had a very kind and relaxed sense about him; he smokes weed. He believes in karma—that what he does will come back to him; he believes in a higher power. He believes in traveling. One of his goals is to get out of the United States. Stoney plans to head to Austin and then back north after the winter.

Crazy Eddie

Crazy Eddie was an older gentleman—probably in his late 50s. He had a Mohawk that, at one point, he was styling with a knife! He was wearing jeans, boots, a windbreaker, and two belts; one of the belts had a black and white checkered design. The few teeth that Crazy Eddie still had were black; he probably smoked hard drugs. Talking to him made me very nervous; he scared me. Fortunately, I was with my friend Gary and around Andre, Nicole and Stoney. I told him I went to Pima West Campus and he started yelling about how the dean of my college had charged him with verbal assault but failed to show at his hearing. He explained the story in great detail. Unfortunately, I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. From what I gathered, he may have been a student. I’m not sure what else happened. I think he might have cussed-out the dean?

Pre-Umbrella Project Interviews for Linguistics Class

Pig-Pen

Pigpen was my first interview. When I first saw his he was looking at glass pipes in a store on 4th Ave. He supports himself by playing the harmonica or asking for money. He had a long Mohawk and many piercings—ears, the tissue above his nose, the cartilage on the inside of his nose, his eyebrow, his tongue, a Prince Albert (he told me).

Originally, Pigpen was from Emporia, Kansas. As a young adult he had lived with his girlfriend and supported for by working for Tyson. He worked on a factory assembly line where his only job was to hit this rod with a hammer. The rod was driven into the side of a cow’s head and the cow would drop dead. Pigpen said that the job really affected him. “I just killed 800 cows today.” The girlfriend he supported through this horrific job left him because of the robotic state the job left him in.

Pigpen decided to leave Emporia and begin traveling by hitchhiking. He was arrested in Tucson for marijuana possession and had been released the day I met him from 20 days in isolation in the psych-ward. Pigpen was grateful to have someone to talk to and hugged my friend, Jen, and me when we left.

Almundi

I met an African American gentleman who had just gotten to Tucson from a bus from El Paso, TX. Almundi was probably in his late 50s, dressed in jeans, a jacket and a baseball cap. He told me that Almundi means ‘messiah’. Almundi said that on Judgment Day, he would be the man on the white horse. During our conversation, Almundi would recite verses from Revelations about Judgment Day—the end of days. I asked Almundi what religion he is of; he’s Muslim. We ended up praying together. By the end of our talk I gave Almundi all the money I had on me. To be honest, I was kind of afraid he would be the guy on the white horse; I’m only half-kidding. He gave me his copy of the Koran—abound stack of printer paper.

When Almundi was in El Paso, he had a place to stay, but he decided to leave. I can’t remember if he left for warmer weather, a spiritual journey or what. He wasn’t sure where he would be staying his first night in Tucson. Almundi supports himself by singing on the street or asking for money.

Pugsy

When I met Pugsy, he was playing his guitar outside of the Surly Winch Pub. He was wearing patched overalls with stripes down the sides, a cadet cap, and a black hooded sweatshirt. Pugsy looked to be around 23 years old with a gentle face, light eyes, fare skin, and light strawberry blonde hair (and beard).

Although Pugsy had traveled all over the United States, he had spent the last few years in Hawaii. He had made it back to the mainland months earlier and had traveled south for a warmer winter. When he spoke, Pugsy was very articulate, relaxed and slow to speak. I think he was being cautious because he wasn’t sure what I wanted from him. He didn’t seem used to people stopping to have conversations with him.

Pugsy has an associate’s degree in Computer Sciences. He was kicked out of his parents’ house because he liked to smoke pot. When he talked about it, he seemed very frustrated because that was their only issue with him. He’s content traveling. “When it’s good, it’s really good; when it’s bad, it’s really bad.” Pugsy said as long as he can eat, drink, find a place to sleep and smoke pot, that’s all he needed.