His street name is Bob. I met him last summer when he asked if he could say hi to my daschunds, while I was walking them in Crabb Park. He often came to Crabb Park to meditate and had seen the hounds a few times, but had been too shy to ask previously.

He was living outside at the time, but seemed reasonably healthy, addiction free (?) and was picking up day work til his steel-toed boots got stolen.