July 9, 1991
McRaymond Norrington led me through his house to the kitchen window in the back."Is this where they slept?" I asked, peering out."This is where they slept," he said grimly.In the yard next door stood a beat- up old camper truck surrounded by trash."Sometimes, I'd come out in the morning and see them all crammed up in that cab there. You know, I like to mind my own business so I didn't say anything. But when I got to know them, man, it almost tore my heart out."Norrington shook his head sadly.