A Biker Stopped for a 7-Year-Old Begging on a Corner — When He Asked Where Her Mom Was, She Pointed to the Alley
His name is Cliff Mercer. Fifty-five years old. He’s ridden out of Tucson his whole adult life, works as a long-haul mechanic, and has the kind of face that makes people decide who he is before he opens his mouth. He’s used to it. He stopped caring a long time ago. I got this story…
