Brewed Fresh Daily

In college once I spent the night on Public Square with other students wanting some solidarity with Cleveland�s homeless persons. I remember it as a cold night with a few conversations with drunks. Perhaps a more meaningful experience was an overnight in the Amtrak station, where I was kickedout at 2 a.m. so the station attendant could go to �lunch.� I and one other guy, a mentally ill homeless man not much older than me, went our different ways into the frigid December morning. I wandered the empty streets cold, tired and annoyed at the inhospitality of the city.