My brother Tom’s slide into homelessness occurred in stages. We never knew exactly when or how he lost his apartment, or came to crash on friends’ couches, or began having run-ins with the cops. Nor did we mark the beginning of his habit of walking incessantly, roaming the streets and bike paths of Anchorage, Alaska, our home town, as he would for the rest of his life.  Read the rest of this story at The New Yorker…

Illustration by Katrien De Blauwer; Source Photograph by Russell Waggoner