Today was Christian's first visit to the Day Center, and he was the first to sign up for a haircut. Coincidentally, that made him the first to use my new barber's drape. We shot a post-haircut portrait to commemorate the occasion.
This is my first year of volunteering where I give haircuts exclusively. Having a dedicated space with a sink and rotating chair prompted me to up my game from draping customers in bath towels or reshaped trash bags.
Thursday's stylist came in today as well, so we split the list. Good thing. It was a talkative bunch with lots of stories.
Several folks told me about their family relationships and elderly parents whose failing circumstances have played a role in their own unstable living situation.
I'll keep their real names out of it.
One man, call him Mason, owns a house in Georgia, where his otherwise healthy 84-year-old mother lives in her tenth year of severe dementia, needing full-time care. Mason won't take possession for himself until she passes away. The larger family dynamics are just too controlling for him to stay there.
Meanwhile, he had been living in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, when a massive wildfire hit the town. At least 14 people died and hundreds lost their homes in the December 2016 blaze. Mason lost his housing and a good friend perished. In the aftermath, a severe housing shortage drove residents elsewhere.
Here in Grand Junction, at age 52, he is overqualified for most job openings in his field. A local business owner advised him not to include all his past work history on his resume. Mason tried it and was offered a job, but an E-Verify system check revealed those jobs, and the company withdrew the offer because he had lied on the application.
He did find construction work, but at the end of the most recent project, the contractor dropped off Mason and the rest of the crew, telling them he'd mail their checks.
He didn't.
For now, Mason's living at the shelter. Another construction job starts in a few weeks. Things are looking up since Mason turned his life over to God, he says. God tore down his old prideful self, and now, as promised, He is building Mason back up.
Another man, Dixon, we'll say, has come to Grand Junction from Arizona several times to help aging parents. Now, only one survives, and when Dixon visits, he's on his own for housing. When he first arrived this time, he tried camping, and ended up being assaulted with a two-by-four while sleeping. While unconscious, he was robbed of almost everything, including his money, ID, and extra clothing.
It's not easy if you're from out of state to get a new ID in Colorado, and without ID, you can't get a job.
I told him I could relate.
"You can get a copy of your birth certificate in town, you know.”
“Sure, if I’ve got some identification. But I don’t.”
“It can’t be that hard.”
“It’s not, as long as I’ve got an unexpired fishing license and a gun permit. Or a current pay stub with motor vehicle registration, or a Social Security card and Medicaid card. Oh, there’s other ways if I bring a utility bill and voter registration card plus a booking photo and baptismal record. Or my tax return and a mortgage document plus a certified copy of my ass from my last employer’s copy machine.”
“Come on.”
“Look it up. Colorado has a million ways to validate your identity—and I have like zero point five.”
–From Inhabited
He's staying now in the overflow winter shelter, which he says is for the better-behaved homeless people. There, he can have the same bed each night, unlike in regular shelter where he had to strip his sheets each morning and find a new bed the next night.
It nice there. Friendly. With good wifi. He sees it as a stepping stone, now that he's recovered from a major shoulder rebuild. He's lined up a job with a flagging company once road construction season starts.
The overflow shelter closes in May.
