With the Sunday paper for sheet and blanket and a tombstone as headboard, the two young men sleeping in Boston's historic Old Granary Burying Ground last week looked at first glance like a thousand others of the city's derelicts. Waking at dawn, they warmed up in the Park Street subway station, washed their dirty faces in the Trailways bus terminal, then looked for work at a day-labor hiring hall. In fact, there was only one thing that separated Frank Huszar and Peter Dahm from the mob of down-and-outers in the hall. The others were...
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