I met my second interviewee in Yonkers Cafe, on Noriega Street. He was casually enjoying his sandwich when I thought, “Hmmm. He looks like an i..
I met my first interviewee inside a laundromat on Noriega Street. She was standing next to a man who seemed to be her husband. I was walking up..
Have you ever looked at a random stranger and wondered what their life was like? Their dreams, their failures, and their biggest regrets. If you thi..