Living in the city can be a stressful experience. Living in the Mariscal I have developed the eyes in the skull and the flexible neck that cranes side to side for a peripheral scan while walking each day. Every car driving by carries with it a potential mugging and every person walking by carries a potential concealed weapon beware the groups of racially profiled youths standing on corners. There is the constant traffic. There is the the packed bus and trolley. There is the strain of work-a-day-dollar-in-the-pocket Mariscal and there is time for a million visions and revisions. Luckily enough, cities, for all their meetings of people and ideas are intersections for positivity, a cross cultural crossroads. And no Read more