“That’s my adopted name; I don’t know what my real name is”

Janice Nicholson-Hardy sits at a bus stop on the corner of 11th and Mitchell.

Nicholson-Hardy grew up “all over” Milwaukee. She “traveled,” she says – when she couldn’t take it anymore, somewhere, she would leave. “I was destitute…they say I had good times but I can’t remember.”

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