I was still up at that hour--of course! so immediately went to the door where I saw my homeless neighbor descending my front stairs. (I say "neighbor" because he lives around here--wherever. Plus I'm pretty sure Jesus said everyone you run into or pass by is your neighbor.)
William, I called out, Don't ring my doorbell after 10 o'clock! Then I noticed he had left a basket on my porch.
"I brought you something; I rang the bell so you would find it, and no one would steal it," he said.
When I spotted him crossing the street later the next day, I reminded him to please never ring the door past 10 p.m. But also thanked him for what was his first gift to me.
Turns out broke guys--even really broke and homeless guys--have game, too. Somewhere in his travels William had come across this white basket with one dead plant, a nice live one, some ripped up ribbon and other florist shop makings. On the envelope that once held a card for the original recipient of this lovely gift, he had scrawled:
From "W" To: "S" LOVE
William has a real girlfriend, I think (and I hope). He introduced me once as I passed by the rear of a nearby building where she cleans offices on the night shift. He meets her at the back door when she empties the building's trash. I also know William gets gigs cleaning the floors and taking out garbage at bars near Wrigley Field. And I also know that, like me, the guy is really resourceful.