That’s the guy who used to work in the hospital, remember?  Wasn’t he an orderly or something?  I hear he’s washing people’s car windshields for nickels now.  He must have fallen into bankruptcy, which is just another way of saying—he’s broke.  That enormous hospital laid off so many of its employees it’s pitiful.  Sometimes I run into Gail, the CNA who used to work in there.  She looks a lot older and harried, so she must not be working there either.  In fact I heard they laid off just about all of their nursing assistants.  I’ll bet you they close down within a year or two.  They’ve never gotten an offer from one of those multi-trillion-dollar conglomerates.  They’re in such a horrid neighborhood, I don’t think any of them WANT to buy their hospital out.  But—poor Dan!  Yesterday, while I was driving to work, I let him clean my windshield, and I gave him a couple of bucks.  My heart really goes out to him—he took such good care of me when I broke my arm in 2001.  I don’t even think he recognized me, standing there in all that traffic, trying to get my windshield even cleaner than it already was.  I hate to think of what Dan will do when winter comes.  I don’t think he has anywhere to live.  These old apartment hotels that charge by the week only have so many rooms.