I got a great meal yesterday at a place local people call a "deli" though it's run by a short, tough, middle-aged Latina and most of the food available, besides candy, is hot—rice and beans, chicken, plantainos (sp.?) etc.
They just built a new police station next door, behind which they built a new skate park, or basically moved the ramps and such from the old skate park, next to the community pool, which was getting a little rough. So now it's perfectly safe, if a little smaller.
The food was delicious and unbelievably cheap. I thanked her for it, and she thanked me, seeming genuinely, almost teary eyed grateful (the kids, my son and his friends and others who came and went, only got soft drinks or candy) for my patronage.
I asked her if the new police station was helping her business. She shrugged, and said "little bit" and then "no good now, everything" and then threw up her hands and ended with: "this country broken."