K.A. Easter '14 "Miss Anie!" a voice from a vacant lot with thickly overgrown weeds and bushes across the street echoed. Immediately, I stopped on my tracks, somewhat puzzled. I turned around and glanced at the area and saw 9-year old John Paul in his over worn half-white sando and tattered denim shorts hanging upside down from a tree branch, beaming with glee...
