There is a panhandler who wanders the subways of midtown – I call him the Bitter Giant. He’s at least six feet and six inches tall, easily three hundred pounds, darkly and thickly bearded – he might be Sephardic, or Persian, or Greek. Regardless, he is the rare New York panhandler who has not learned to use empathy or hope to his advantage. He dresses … Continue reading The Bitter Giant of Midtown by David Z. Morris