by K Dulai Ahmet Hikmet Turan I have money, but I have been transient for quite some time. Moving readily from town to town, in search of the best view from a park bench, the warmest library, the prettiest river. Early on, I found my way to Monterey Bay, searching for the most glorious fish, of course. I met an Indian woman there. She was living homeless on the street. You don’t see many of us like that, but she was with some white man. I gave them my corned beef hash and the