Fit-ty cents, please, is my marketing pitch

A shabbily dressed man steps through a conductor’s door on Chicago’s “el” train that rattles on in the evening hours. “Folks, I hope you can help me out,” he implores. “I just need a little money for a cup of coffee.” Passengers warily glance up from their ipods and earbuds. The man talks more and…

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Kevin Banet