Nowhere to Go; Thoughts on Homelessness by Michel McVickerWhen I was 18, I came to Greenville with a guitar in hand and a back pack stuffed with a few changes of clothes, a walk-man and a box of memories that held pictures of a family that had been torn apart. I spent a few nights under a bridge behind the downtown BiLo on Main Street resting my head on my backpack and wrapping my body around my guitar. The guitar was gingerly removed during my slumber the second night and the romance of my transient lifestyle quickly began to fade. As winter neared I avoided the warm pockets of the town where the "homeless" people gathered. |