There is a group of twenty-something hippie-like kids that show up on 4th Avenue in Tucson every spring. They are often referred to as rainbow kids, even if they might not identify themselves as such. They travel in packs.
They wear rather drab clothing; one would think that they had raided a UPS delivery man’s closet.
Sometimes these kids are rough, hard-core panhandlers. Other times they are interesting, ready for conversation. The crew this year seems to be having a good time.
One time there was an encampment on 4th Avenue in Tucson. I overheard a guy calling home on his cell phone. “I’m doing all right. I have some friends who look after me.”
And probably a Greyhound ticket in his pocket.