It's the first viciously cold day in December, and Debbie Tate is standing in a circle with 11 strangers. Across the street, drivers are crawling over the parking lot of White Flint mall. They honk and snarl as the unlucky wait for buses, separate and silent against the wind. -
Free Association
It's the first viciously cold day in December, and Debbie Tate is standing in a circle with 11 strangers. Across the street, drivers are crawling over the parking lot of White Flint mall. They honk and snarl as the unlucky wait for buses, separate and silent against the wind.-
By Ellen McCarthy