Breaking the Frames of Silence Dorothy's The street is boarded up, every window.
Dead weeds grow in randomly placed patches.
Chain link fences surround a few cracked and scattered buildings. I'm surprised at what I see, I live only fifteen minuetes from here, but my world is filled with colorful buildings, cars, plants, grass, trees, familiar faces coming and going, none of which of are prevalent here. At the north end of the street is a liquor store, at the south is a disco, in-between it appears there is nothing but boarded up buildings. In the middle of this four yard street, the car we are following, stops. We are a team of five students who have set out to gather a better understanding of hunger and homelessness by spendinghalf a day preparing and serving meals at Dorothy's Kitchen.