tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168219303449559049.post1843647724665945947..comments2008-11-19T06:42:04.914-07:00Buckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03195661861205323477noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168219303449559049.post-89530139738149509852008-11-19T06:33:00.000-07:002008-11-19T06:33:00.000-07:00There's a fine line between eccentricity and insanity. Fortunately, in an ironic twist, the South can sometimes be very tolerant of both, I think. <BR/><BR/>I think most places have their own Zip - more than one, I'm sure. There's a gentleman who sits outside the grocery store a few blocks from me. He quietly mumbles to himself and spends the day cleaning his collection of unremarkable, but nonetheless precious, rocks.Cullan Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16465098080944236025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2168219303449559049.post-82087866362356043362008-11-18T19:07:00.000-07:002008-11-18T19:07:00.000-07:00I knew a Zip too. Quite a few Zips actually. <BR/><BR/>I worked for a County Probation Department and on my breaks and lunches I would sit outside amongst the homeless, especially the women. There were many schizophrenics amongst the homeless. Lots of Zips.<BR/><BR/>It crossed my mind more than once that they had a connection to the dead and that's who they're conversing with. I would wonder if one had the ability to enter the language area of the brain, well, who's to say. <BR/><BR/>Meanwhile doctors just medicate them with drugs that make them many times worse off than they were without the drugs.<BR/><BR/>Many would seek a controlled substance (even in front of me). At first I would think 'oh bother' but then when I found them high on meth they were so happy and they were themselves and not yakking into the sky. <BR/><BR/>That has got to be a living hell so I always took care of them the best way I could. After meetings or office parties were over I would have all of the left over food taken outside to them to their concrete benches where they lived and slept. On breaks I would sneak coffee and donuts out to them that were sitting in the break room. he, he<BR/><BR/>I actually got called into my supervisors office for catering (literally lol) to the schizophrenics even though the county allowed them to hang out on the grounds. <BR/><BR/>This was a very nice article and you have a very big heart.Atrueoriginallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17754487232993372983noreply@blogger.com