“How’s everything today?” It’s the Sherriff, asking after my welfare at Third and Pike. I’m on the 70.
Referring to safety concerns, I respond, “Everything is fantastic!”
“Well, it’s the 70. Nothing ever happens on this thing.”
Don’t ask me how bad her living situation was. You couldn’t imagine it. The level of abuse she had no choice but to tolerate, the job that kept her out until the wee hours, and not in your favorite part of town. Bussing to and from for low wages, and caring for three young daughters all the while.