When winter began to breath its cool breeze across the streets of Division Street, the neighborhood folks began to seek the warmth of shelters and food kitchens. After learning that most of these people were veterans I decided to visit the Veteran's Home that was 3 miles away. I was amazed at the size of it, with over 500 veterans living there and receiving medical treatment. I can only say that God must have given me the courage to walk right in with paper and pen in hand and search for the "lounge" where I might find some veterans to draw. The home was very institutionalized and bleak. White walls with old framed posters, drop-ceilings and striped wallpaper. The lounge, though just as colorless as the hallways, had a an illuminated jukebox playing a 1940's favorite, "Tie a Yellow Ribbon". A few men were shooting pool, one getting coffee and some others sitting around the round wooden tables reading the paper and chatting. I showed a few some of my portrait work and asked if they would like to be drawn. I was surprised that they were so willing to sit for 20 minutes for me. Again, I saw the amazing transformative power of the act of being drawn. These men and women who served in WW II, the Korean War, Vietnam, Desert Storm and the Iraq war, began to share their war stories and their journey of returning home. Many had led productive lives after serving and were very eager to share about their families. I found that many did not have family who came to visit and this made me sad. I became fond of Carl, and have tried to continue my visits with him. Ken, who was in for a short term stay for medical treatment, I now see standing at the bus stops around town. I don't know why God has drawn me to these people, except that this seems to be the heart of God too. I wish I had the stamina to continue to return for years, but my 6 months of drawing was fruitful for me and I hope for these men and women as well.