"Now you take the donut shop. You go in at night, and there isn't a sign in the window that says it's open, but you know it is. About a dozen cops know; the newspaper delivery truck knows; the guys from the highway crews and the milkman know it's open.
"You're just going in like they are, to get a cup of coffee, to get warmed up, and maybe have a few words. You don't always know everybody's name, but just being there, it's like you're part of the group."
Will Bowles, postal worker and resident