October, 1987. I'm standing on a sidewalk on the tough edge of downtown Dallas--desperately looking for the address the woman had given me on the phone. All the words you would use to describe a place like this: seedy, gritty, crime-infested (and the more politically correct "transitional") all seemed to line up and describe this spot. Right before noon a crazy grab-bag of humanity began to make their way down a dirt alley between two boarded up storefronts. That alley looked incredibly dangerous but I took a deep breath and followed them. What I found there was something I had been looking...