I met Rich in Boulder, Colorado. He’s a widower who, three years after his wife died, gave their home away to a single mother. That was when he set out on his journey of homelessness.
He hoped to live 6 years after the death of his wife; that was 15 years ago. Since then, he’s lived in various situations–a school bus, his van, and more. He’s held odd jobs, but now he’s settled in Boulder for the last year.
Rich believes he’ll remain homeless amidst doubts about the economic future of the US. For now, he has more pressing worries. Fiercely independent, his biggest frustration is being hassled by authorities. He’s not on a search for wealth, fame, or fortune. He’s simply looking for peace.
“Someday finding that place called America that I was fictionally told about as a little kid”, one of Rich’s wishes that I think many of us are wishing for.
