A five-mile walk leads him from his makeshift campsite, across town, and into Ithaca’s St. John’s Episcopal Church. It’s a trip he’s been repeating for over ten years. Today is no different from the rest; black sunglasses hide his eyes while a winter hat pulled low over his forehead covers his long brown hair. His face is scabbed, not from drug use, but from malnutrition. At 6 foot 2, he weighs only 135 pounds. The promise of a free meal from Loaves and Fishes quite literally keeps him alive.