By: Jarrod Horton
On this day at a local McDonald’s on Chicago’s West Side, you can see a tall dark man in a blue shirt, moving around hastily. He was in the midst of talking to a couple of the Mickey D’s workers, along with a woman who was setting up bags of school supplies on a table. Not to mention he was checking on the status of a kid who was hit by a car on a nearby busy street. After being assured that the kid was alright; he walked up to me, shook my hand and said I’m Atkins.