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Some aspects of the story seem a bit confused, particularly where it concerns interfacing with The System. Lindas story took me several days to figure out. When I finally did figure it out, I went back to the sidewalk outside the Open Air Post Office, equipped with this new information, to share it with her. The results are published in Part Two of this piece. Part One is her story, as she dictated it to me.
When Linda Mariano talks, I can tell that shes hearing impaired. She tells me shes 57 years old and 95 percent deaf, says she has the paperwork to prove it. Both of her parents are deceased. Growing up in Tennessee, she was in special education classes all through school, which she didnt finish. Her teachers told her she had the intellectual capacity of a third grader and, Thats pretty bad when you come to my age. Shes never held down a job because she cant learn quickly enough to keep one. When she was seventeen (or eighteen), she was hit in the head with a brick and lost a piece of her skull. I feel the spot on her head where the silver-dollar-sized piece of skull is missing.
SG: Does that hurt?
LM: Not now it dont.
SG: Why didnt you get a plate over it?
LM: Well, I was supposed to, but the guy that did it was still in town, so I was afraid to go back.
Linda says she has memory lapses that often make her forget things. It makes keeping a job very hard, she says.
She's been married two times and has three children. She hasnt seen her sons since they were babies. Their father prevented her from doing so, she says: I cant write them, I cant call them, I cant have no kind of contact with them at all. Because the fact is that my ex-husband kind of slandered my name, made me look like a tramp or something, like I dont want to have nothing to do with the boys, so the boys dont want to have nothing to do with me, either. So, I just let them live their life, I live my life.
She was never married to Felicias father. They separated before she was born. Ever since then, Linda says, Its just been me and her. Now shes twenty-one and lives in Clearwater. They talk every chance they get, but Felicia cant help her get off the streets because, Shes having a time of it, herself. Shes in school for something to do with administration, but Linda doesnt know exactly what kind of administration. Linda says she likes it, though: Shes not the kind that just, you know, sits back and lets mom take care of her. She likes to work.
Felicia has two children, a boy and a girl: one three years old, the other fifteen months. Shes the kind of mother that worries about them, Linda says, I was that way when she was little, too. The childrens father is in jail, and is getting out in March. For a while, Felicia was struggling without someone to watch the kids. Linda couldnt get all the way up to Clearwater every day to help her.
She and her daughter moved down to Florida with Lindas sister when Felicia was nine (or ten). They were shuffled back and forth between her sisters and her nieces houses for the next four or five years, until Linda and her sister had an argument and her sister kicked her out of the house.
Some parts of the story are blurry. For instance, its unclear whether she and Felicia had an apartment for any amount of time after that. At some point, though, Felicias father stopped paying child support and they lost an apartment. Whether that happened after being kicked out of her sisters house or not doesnt really matter, though. What matters is that when Felicia was fourteen, they became homeless. Felicia went to live with friends. Linda went out on the streets.
[image-2][Felicia] worries about me being out here, Linda says, but she knows this is what I want, that Im happywell, actually, Im not happybut Im happy with him, but Im not happy being out here. Were making it the best way we can.
She met Bobby in Williams Park shortly after getting out on the streets: We started hanging out and got really acquainted and socialized and then all the sudden he fell in love and then a month later I fell in love, she says, I had to wait, you know, with my time because I cant just push myself into something
without really knowing what its gonna be because I did that much before and I ended up in bad relationships.
They sleep on the sidewalk outside the Open Air Post Office, keeping their wagon next to them at all times. Bobby says he only gets two or three hours of sleep a night because he stays awake to take care of Linda. Linda gets to sleep when she can manage it. She says sleeping on the sidewalk isnt always easy, though, The fact is that sometimes I dont sleep well because I got the arthritis and it bothers me, it keeps me tossing and turning. So I just dont sleep well sometimes. Bobby keeps three knives hidden by their makeshift bed: one at the head, one at the feet, and another next to the wagon. He says all his knives are legal, so the cops cant take them away.
Bobby is also disabled. In 1979, he says, he crashed his Harley Davidson at 120 mph and had to have his right shoulder, hip and knee replaced. He can work, he says, but most of his experience is in fast food, and he's already applied at every McDonald's in the area: Ive applied everywhere, he says, "You know it's bad when you can't get a job at McDonald's."
Linda was getting Medicaid when she had Felicia in the house, but she lost it when they parted. Shes reapplied three times, she says, and been turned down each time. That dont even make no sense, she says, Im fifty-seven years old and still cant get Medicaid. I cant get nothing done. Cant get my ears checked on, cant get my eyes checked on, or teeth or nothing because they wont give me my Medicaid. I got Pyorrhea in my mouth, its breaking every one of my teeth. My teeth are rotting out and breaking, and I cant get them fixed because the fact is that I cant get Medicaid.
Shes tried to get rent vouchers and been turned down. She applied for Supplemental Security Income (SSI)turned down. She took those results to Gulfcoast Legal Services to be appealed, but will have to wait eighteen months for it to go to court because Gulfcoast is, like a year and a half behind.
She tells me she went to the health department to get a doctor, but was told that she couldnt have a doctor because she didnt have a residence. She says they told her she can have something she calls Home Medical, but she doesnt know how she can possibly do that because, as Bobby says, What am I gonna do, call them up and tell them to meet me on the corner?
When Linda gets sick, she goes to the emergency room. Its been ten years since she paid a doctors bill, she says. She cant even tell me what her total hospital bills are at this point, only that she has, a great deal. She just got one in the mail a couple of weeks ago for $1,000.
And I was thinking to myself, How am I going to pay that? I have no money. And the money I do make, I gotta survive on it, so I cant pay [hospital bills]and they wont give me no Medicaid. I get food stamps, but I dont get Medicaid.
I explain that I'm a reporter, that I want to write a story about them. "Thank you," they say, smiling broadly, "Please help us." I take their pictures and show them. They laugh. We hug and say goodbye. I tell them where to read the story when it's finished. As I'm walking away, Linda points at the sky.
"Is that the moon?" she asks. Bobby says yes.
I told Linda I'd come back in a few days to ask her some more questions. In the meantime, I did some research. More on that in Part Two.