I have seen many strange things in Florida, but the homeless people areperhaps the strangest.  They are the ones who would have frozen on thestreets of Detroit, huddled under some bridge with the sooty remnantsof a failed fire dusting a threadbare coat with ash; but here inFlorida, where the coldest nights demand little more than a goodsleeping bag and a little patience, there exists a curious strain ofhomeless that strains the definition of human . The first time I saw it, I was on a ...