So I was telling my wife about the vagrants in the area, and she said her friend told her that they had set up a huge white tent. Curiostiy got the better of me, and I decided to run over by where they had been. I ran south down the east side of the Floodway. I could see Rich Porter running on the west side of the Floodway in the opposite direction, but I didn't know it was him at the time. The coast was clear on the east side, but I saw something on the west side. A body mabye? When I got to the west side I ran over to what I spotted earlier. It was a table cloth. Weird. I kept going and saw this tote full of food underneath a tree. I looked around, but didn't see anybody. I kept going and saw another tree with shards of toilet paper. That must be their poop tree. As I came back out to the main road, I finally saw the vagrant. Now, who knows, perhaps he's perfectly harmless and just a down on his luck guy with no where to go. But there's always that element of the unknown. So I watched him as he crossed the road and I saw Rich running back. But I still didn't know it was Rich, so I waited just to make sure he/she didn't get attacked. Sorry Rich for briefly thinking you were a woman. As I was waiting I realized there was a woman on a bike on the east side of the floodway. She was yelling for Joe, the vagrant pulling all their belongings in a huge suitcase. So she probably knew I was watching him inconspicuously. Oh well. So when I finally realized it was Rich and that he wasn't in any danger, I waited for him and he ran with me the final quarter of a mile to my house. The End.