Pictures from my visit to The Lodge on Skid Row
Sitting on the stoop of “The Lodge”, I see a red truck pull up and something shiny and silver emerges from a cracked down window. A frail, heavily accented Latin voice yells “You wannta a burrito?” as the car pulls to a stop. Suddenly the car is swarmed by grown men and women who want […]
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