I thought that by starting this blog I would realize how often I was asked for money. I originally believed that I got asked for money all the time. As it turns out, I don't. Today I was asked for money, and from looking at this blog, I realize that I was last asked for money in early October. I guess I should revise my time scale. This morning I took one of the residents of Potters House to the Probation & Parole (P&P) Office on Mercer St. I took him there in the Potters House van. On the way there, the resident told me that he had never in his life been to a meeting with a parole officer. When I asked him if he had ever been on Mercer Road, he told me that he hadn't. He said he also hadn't been on a city bus. I told him that later on I would teach him to ride a bus. I talked to him about how to address the officer. Earlier this morning I showed him the picture of the officer from the li...