nearby fast-food restaurant where he will sit alone at a table for hours. One resident, Mr. Kelly, recently slipped out the front door and did not stop walking for three days. The police picked him up forty miles away, dazed from lack of sleep and still clutching his cardboard suitcase, and brought him back. Mr. Richards, age eighty-four, sleeps more than twenty hours a day, waking only for meals and cigarette breaks. He hates Miller House. "I don't like fish