I met Dave Weiss sophomore year of high school. I introduced myself as “Eryn” and he simply shook his head and said, “we’ll have to work on that”.
He introduced himself as Johnny Appleseed, which seemed to make sense given his burlap satchel. He carried it every day to class.
One day I inquired as to what might be in the sack. He asked, have you ever walked from South to the Burger King? I indeed had, picking my way over spent needles and thrice used condoms. Dave claimed sole responsibility for the crime in the area.
Turns out “Johnny Appleseed” should have called himself “Johnny Free-Crack-Pipes, Hookers and Blow”. Since graduation, the area has experienced remarkable urban renewal.
Check it out at Lake Street and Hiawatha, where you can now walk after 4pm without police escort.