By Selika Sweet, M.D., FAAFP JA Guest Writer At Kroger the other day, I struck up a conversation with a middle-aged woman buying party supplies. “A party?” I asked. “Yes,” she said. “I work for the Legislature, and I’m putting on a dinner.” “Well, you ought to have it on the hill I have,” I told her. “426 West Pascagoula Street.” She paused. “That’s over there under the bridge, right?” “Yes.” “I don’t go under that bridge. No way,” she said. “Ca…
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