You, all those for whom the weather is a cozy chair near the TV, for whom rain and snow, slushy sidewalks, a nasty wind tearing at an old body are an abstraction with a huge mug of hot sweet tea, and the frosty darkness of an empty city is a dreamy bed in the twilight of a quiet bedroom - all of you living in your apartments or houses - can you understand a homeless man whom a mustachioed sergeant kicked out of the station into the cemetery cold of the night!