Sometimes it's hard to gather enough positive energy from this space to fuel the body, mind and soul for positive action. People are like plants - fail to give them the proper blend of light, nutrients and air, and they visibly suffer. Ypsilanti is visibly suffering.
Business is good for some, sporadic for others and downright poor for a few.
Empty store fronts reflect the blowing trash and speeding cars of Cross Street. This place is hard - only the tough survive. Take Sam for instance. Sixteen years behind the counter of Liquor is Quicker and still smiling with sincerity. He smokes one cigarette after another, passing the days talking weather and scores to the regulars and selling more liquor than anything - which doesn't earn as much as groceries would, allowing him to hire an assistant.