They were homeless, and they lived near the waterfront of Seattle in the late 1970’s. Many of them came to this place in their lives after letting alcohol get the best of them. They were jobless veterans, forgotten parents, drifters or individuals with deteriorating mental conditions. Now living on a day to day basis and, sometimes only from bottle to bottle, these non-conformists, with histories of difficulties fitting into society, were sleeping in cheap rooms, or shelters offered by the city, or outside in whatever newspapers, cardboard or culvert they could find to keep out the cold. Most of them would never be able to climb out of the deep, dark hole into which they had gotten themselves.
