Harrington, MR Barry C.

Homeless, he would return to the railroad substation where he slept. The stench of urine and body waste filled every passageway and compartment - a repulsive odor to which he could never adjust. He could never sleep the night through, many times awakened by the deafening roar of the passing trains that seemed to shake the building; or else, once or twice by a policeman on patrol. But more often than most, his sleepless nights were because of his own misery and loneliness. For through this experience, he never found one friend, or anyone who would talk to him or he could talk to. When he could