They are the lost souls of San Francisco's streets, wandering all night because they're afraid to curl up on the sidewalk or check in to a shelter. The reasons for their fear are many -- their teeth will be kicked in if they close their eyes, their bundles will be stolen, they won't wake up. Some are crazy, some are frail and old, and some are women who have too often felt fists upon their faces. Some just have to be alone when the sun goes down.
So they walk. Every night. Until dusk becomes dawn.
And that's when the lost homeless people of San Francisco come to St. Boniface Roman Catholic Church in the Tenderloin.
It is their daytime oasis -- a quiet, dimly lit holy place where they can stretch out on the 14-inch-wide pews to snatch the shut-eye that eludes them all night, regardless of whether they are mad, filthy, stoned or coherent, clean and sober.
(Hat tip, Nancy)