Driving east on Huron between Third and First streets, there’s a guy next to the sidewalk on the ground – possibly sleeping, possibly dead – under the train trestle. I pull up next to three bicyclists waiting to cross First Street and ask if that guy was okay. They say, “What guy?” “We didn’t see him,” and shrug their shoulders even though he is lying right next to the sidewalk that they just rode by. The light turns, they proceed on their merry way. What the $#*% is wrong with people? I called 911 and they are sending someone to check.
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