Since I’ve known Toliver he has smoked exactly one cigarette a day, no more no less. He awakens every morning at 9:03 am.
His head hits the pillow at the end of the day at 1:06 am. Rain or shine he always wore a battered red Phillies cap atop his thick black hair.
Toliver never wore shoes or socks, Summer, Winter, Spring nor Autumn. Toliver tried to sneak in a theatre without a ticket or any thing covering his bare feet. Stopped by an unsympathetic usher, Toliver said he had lost both his ticket and his shoes. He was shown the door.
He wandered the streets of Philadelphia for hours, while I watched the show back at the theatre. He was either making new friends or new enemies.
Toliver marched to the beat of a drum that only he could hear.
Plodding along in dirty bare feet. That’s Toliver. If you run into him, don’t walk away, he can make you laugh or cringe. Stop and listen.You’ll be glad you did.