THE BALLARD CENTER / PENN HOUSE THE SEA OF FACES

It was Monday morning at Penn House. The doors were opened and the window shades pulled wide. A middle-aged man came in, as he had each morning for the last week, to escape from the cold. You could hear him from the next room. He was articulate but loud, and suffered chronic sinus trouble. He didn’t look for clothes because he knew policy only allowed him to shop once each week, but sometimes perused the clothing racks in search of a warmer hoodie. Read More...