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door of a nearby trailer opens, and light spills onto the gravel driveway. A little white girl with blonde hair, about seven years old, smiles at
this big Nigerian bringing pizza, hands him fifteen dollars, takes the food, and tells him to keep the change. Behind her there’s movement in
the trailer, a brief glimpse of someone else’s life, a tidy kitchen, the flickering shadows of a TV. The door closes, and Kabong heads back to
the Buick, his office, beneath a huge sky full of stars. He has a $1.76 tip in his pocket, the biggest tip so far tonight.
The wide gulf between Colorado Springs and Pueblo — a long-standing social, cultural, political, and economic division — is starting to
narrow. As you drive through the streets of Pueblo, you can feel the change coming, something palpable in the air. During the 1980s, the
city’s unemployment rate hovered at about 12 percent, and not much was built. New things now seem to appear every month, new roads
around the Pueblo Mall, new movie theaters, a new Applebee’s, an Olive Garden, a Home Depot, a great big Mar...
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- Spring '08