Charlie slept for a year on the back steps of the bar.

He lives in the basement now and works in the kitchen.

A little while back when we first brought him inside, he stood in front of the door thinking hard. "I’ve forgotten how these things work," he said.

Now Charlie comes and goes on his own, opening and closing doors as if he’s been doing it all his life. He even has a padlock on the gate to his sleeping area and when he comes out of the kitchen during business hours to use the bathroom, it’s dark and nobody can see the sores on his face.