Thoughts by India Nikotich, 2017 Summer Intern
The culture of street kid life is inherently transient – beds, clothes, and meals come and go on a day by day basis. It’s not uncommon to see someone flying a sign on 16th street mall to raise money for a Greyhound bus ticket, saving up a bit each day in the hope of moving on from Denver. The promised land is often the promise of job in a faraway city, or the dream of a new street to hang out on or a new climate.
On 16th street a few weeks ago, we encountered a man on his way to Ogden, Utah, who had rolled off a train too early and found, instead, the Queen City skyline rising ahead of him. I also often think of a friend I met four years ago, an older woman who had been traveling across the