If not for its people, there is no city.
The faces that fill ours often pass us by without us thinking much of it. Yet, we share sidewalks, shopping carts and time stuck waiting before glaring, red streetlights.
We go to bed each night under the same star and wake each day to the same sun warming our backs.
As the BJD rolls through the city, kicking along on our longboards, we wish to offer you a slice of life in the day of your fellow citizen.
May you wonder for their names.
Welcome to Journalism on Wheels,
A journalistic drive-by of sorts.