Creative Writing: Sycamore Street The sun set slowly, as I made a bending left turn down Sycamore Street. The steamy February day brought lots of people outside. Noise and music filled the air along with the strong aroma of fresh marijuana leaves. Kids running, playing, fighting and causing as much ruckus as possible. Cutlasses, Regals and Delta 88’s cruised slowly down the smooth street, with deep vibrations flowing from the trunk. A heavyset older man stood firmly over the Bar-BQ grill, smiling in admiration of his work. A group of younger men huddled around a 95 Cutlass Supreme smoking and enjoying the sounds of the four pioneer