Community Means...

When we first moved here we were at the heritage Coffee shop one night and the owner came over and sat with us. "Do you see that girl buying a doughnut," he asked. She's the local prostitute and she's getting so skinny we're afraid she might have AIDS. My husband and I were astounded by his knowledge and compassionate response.

35 years later I see Anette the local prostitute on East School Street and I say to my husband I'm worried she doesn't look good. I think she's gone back to drugs.