Hell and Brimstone on North Grand

The street preacher stood in the searing heat on the corner of Kossuth and North Grand with a bullhorn in his hand, a big man in a gray polyester sweatsuit with a message of salvation to impart to the world. These are the end days, he screamed, his voice crackling through the battery-powered megaphone. Accept Jesus or face certain damnation. Get right with God -- now! Some among his captive congregation prayed only for the light to turn green. It seemed like an eternity.