It's only castles burning--
I met him over coffee one morning and he told me his sad story. He was still clutching the wadded-up eviction notice as we sat for a photo beside his dying wife. The flophouse hotel had been sold and the new owner was clearing the rooms and had no patience with his situation. Maybe a picture in the paper would help, he hoped. Not much-- "landlords have rights, too" seemed to be the prevailing response. She soon died, he moved on, and 30 years have passed. But this one still leaves a bitter taste.