The Ghost of Greenwich Village

I'm usually down in Greenwich Village about once a week, where I volunteer for "God's Love We Deliver." I live on the Upper West Side of Manhattan and take the 1 train about 20 minutes to Houston Street most Fridays. Recently, during my 5 minute walk from the subway to God's Love at Sixth Avenue and Spring Street, I encountered a presumably homeless person, completely covered in what looked like a white sheet. It was pretty cold out, and I remember thinking that the white covering couldn't have provided much warmth. I did not take a photo, partly because I needed to get where I was going, and partly because I didn't want to take off my gloves to snap a picture with my phone. I also felt it would be disrespectful because I couldn't get their permission. I take pictures along my wanderings in NYC and farther afield all the time, and often post them on Facebook. I just kept walking, but the image of this "ghost," likely a freezing homeless person, remained in my mind for some time. If I'd had the presence of mind and the person was not fully encased in the sheet, I might have stopped and asked if he or she would like a cup of coffee or some food. But I chose to leave the "Ghost of Greenwich Village" alone. Hopefully, he later got something to eat and a chance to warm up.