Post from detroitblog

They stand in line so patiently, you’d never know some of them haven’t eaten since yesterday. That line’s so long it winds from the soup kitchen door, along the wall and around the corner to the back, then curves down the alley and out to the street on the side. And no matter how hard the wind blows or how heavy the rain, they wait politely. By the end of the day, a thousand of them will have stood here. The crowd is a mix ...