Nothing was happening, so I went to the intersection of Chicago and Lake in Minneapolis. The sun was coming up over the old Sears building as a gaggle of women hovered over their toddlers and scurried across the street to catch the 5 bus. Cars blaring hip hop drove by. A large woman in a motorized wheelchair stopped at the corner, reached into her purse, took out a pack of Marlboros, lit one, and waited for the light to change. An empty Doritos bag blew down Lake Street, put a move on a salsa-blasting motorcycle, feinted past the gutter and into the intersection, where it was flattened by a minivan... More >>>