Almost everyday when I walk home from work, I cut through the Wrigley Building passage, past the Trump Tower across Wabash, down the steps to Hubbard, and turn right on State Street. While pacing down State, I pass the Jewel at the intersection of Ohio Street. For the past four or five months I have noticed a homeless man who sits in front of this intersection. I don’t always leave work at the same time everyday, so I don’t see him everyday, but I assume he camps out there on a daily basis. While we did have a mild winter, it’s still not much consolation when you have to sit outside with just a blanket for hours on end. As is standard for the homeless, he has a change cup. But he also has something else that I’ve never seen in my almost five years living in Chicago: Resumes.
