And so, in spite of the doctor's orders and all wisdom, I set out on my bike to see what Sunday might bring.
A butterfly in Skid Row, the first I'd ever seen in the city.
A food line for the homeless.
Celebrations in the park.
I was panhandled twice as I rode past people in the better part of town. I was asked for advice on purchasing a tablet PC by a man with two teeth in the worst. I met another location scout and was put on another contact list.
And I watched this guy apply a vinyl of a fake brick wall.
