Kevin
I met fifty-three-year-old Kevin at the corner of Howard and Bleecker streets across the street from residential building construction site. The way he was seated at the corner reminded me of visits to Detroit and stories of intercity neighbourhoods in American cities. I asked him what he thought about the changes in the neighbourhood, seeing as we could see two to three brand new residential towers at or near that intersection, with more either planned or already in progress. He waved his hands a few times as if to relate the idea that it is what it is. He told me that he was shot twice in the head back in London, Ontario where he is from. He’s happy to be alive.