Sometimes, in busier neighborhoods, a crowd begins to gather when I conduct my interviews. In this case, it was a particularly large crowd of 15 or 20 people. As the man recounted his happiest moment, the crowd laughed along with him. He told about a wild night out with his friends, and the crowd shouted encouragements. Some people were patting him on the back. Then the interview turned to sadder moments. And he began to talk about the death of his mother. Tears began streaming down his face. And seeing this, the crowd respectfully disappeared.