Johnny Jackson buzzes around relentlessly on the corner of 10th Street and Nicollet Mall, straightening garbage cans displaced by snow removal crews, sweeping up cigarette butts, cleaning out newspaper boxes and greeting groups of pedestrians in his jovial, booming voice.
“Hello ladies! How are you all doing today? Need help finding anything?,” asked Johnny to a group of three women walking briskly, bracing against the sharp sting of the day’s negative 10 wind chill.
One of the women smiles and says they’re fine, but Johnny is skeptical.