Prince Aliman pulls to a stop at the jucture of I75 western service road and Mockingbird Av. His Mercedes Benz is purring efficiently. It's 10:43 AM and no one else is on this stretch except the stout white woman at the corner unfolding her rugged cardboard sign, tapping her finger against it's edge to dare him to read: PLEASE HELP - JUST 25c OR 2 CANS OF SOUP - I'M HUNGRY AND I HAVE TWO KIDS - GOD BLESS YOU. Prince Aliman swallows his saliva and taps his feet. He cannot escape the woman's eyes. These peddlers are always at this juncture but the Prince had never been stuck alone with any of them. This traffic light is getting very long. And beside him is his dummy.