On an empty concrete slab on Glass Street, a handful of teenagers mill around eating pizza…dreaming, planning. It could be called a lunch break, but they’ve passed up the couches in the air conditioned building across the street. Something compels them to stay in the hot July sun they’ve been in since 9 a.m. They’re standing in their space – a place they hope to transform from eyesore to music playground in two short weeks. And the clock is ticking. Read more