Steve is the last to leave, just the way it is for him.

I met Steve at the very first breakfast I attended. That was seven weeks ago. He is always there, one of the very first to arrive, and one to the last to leave. He does not mind being photographed, and we have talked several times. I introduced him to Kathy and they seem to have hit it off. He is a gentle soul and alone after the passing of his wife. He’s been on the street for almost two years now. I’m not sure where he will go from here.