Local panhandler, Monica Foster, can be seen sitting on the corner of Willow and Lake every morning from Labor Day through Christmas begging strangers for any bit of change they can spare. “I’ve been trying to beat this for years, but as soon as the leaves turn the slightest shade of orange, it awakens a demon inside me I don’t have the strength to fight,” she sighs. Monica’s defeat quickly shifts to triumph as a stranger throws a five dollar bill into the orange stained cup gripped in her trembling hand. “Looks like I’m going venti today,” she grins.
By Kendra Coleman