When I was a young seminarian, I spent a summer working at a homeless shelter and soup kitchen run by Catholic Charities in Alexandria, Virginia. One of the regular visitors there was an elderly man, very poor, named Sylvester Triplett, who was in declining health and lived in a small row home near the shelter. I remember he would sit on a chair just outside the shelter and greet everyone who came in. He looked and sounded like Louis Armstrong…
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