Our homeless guests at the Day Center tend to arrive in streams.
As one of our regulars was leaving, he took pity on me because I was scrolling through a New York Times piece on my phone. "Do you need something good to read?" he said.
He offered me his copy of the Dalai Lama's book The Universe in a Single Atom: The Convergence of Science and Spirituality. I took it after clarifying it was a loan.
At the end of long table closest to me, a discussion of Little Free Libraries among three guests pinpointed the locations around town. One of the men familiar with them cannot walk down the street without being summoned by an officer of the law, and he was recently banned from the university campus for refusing a bit too vociferously to submit to some hazing by a group of students.
Another of the readers told how he used to request books from the central library and the librarian would have them sent to the branch in the next town.
In the novel I'm working on, I have a character express the opinion that reading a book on the street will soon be classed as loitering, since all the people with money will be reading and texting with their phones.
I hope that stays fiction for a while longer.