The people who walk the same path from Michigan Avenue to Adams to Emmet to Cross Street, day after day, year after year. Most people just look on by and hope to God they never have to walk these streets in those shoes. They see the worn clothes and tired faces and recede further into their shiny bubble as they speed out of town. In fact, those of us who walk the streets of this college town create an interesting paradox. I'm sorry, too.
People are like plants - if the big plants steal all the sun, the little ones die.