The homeless man whose story becomes the centerpiece of Ida Mae's film. Here's a snippet of it....
“I had no particular destination in mind. I just ambled down residential streets, one after another, past the houses, two and three-flats, toward the main shopping district of turn-of-the-century brick buildings and storefronts, all of which were drenched by hues of honey. I turned to look at the street and saw the cars slow down, as though they were having trouble keeping their speed in the thickening atmosphere. As I walked by the town's fire station and river, I thought I heard someone behind me whisper my name, but when I turned, there was no one there, and so I walked on and on until at last I came to a forest preserve.
“By this time, the cars had almost stopped, as had the people around me. Yet, for some reason, I no longer saw this as odd. Whatever dilation I was experiencing, like the aura, had to be a creation of my own damaged mind. It never occurred to me that time might actually be slowing down. I inhaled and entered the preserve just as the first blare of an alarm began to sound."
Causes Barbara Froman Supports
Chicago Coalition for the Homeless
Greater Chicago Food Depository
Lawyers for the Creative Arts