In West Medford, a historically black community at a crossroads

THE CELLAR DOOR OPENS to a winding staircase, descending into darkness. Cortland Dugger leads me past the water heater, past the boiler, past a bicycle, and into a separate room with two tables holding scales, plastic spoons bound by a rubber band, stacks of small containers, and a bottle marked "H2O." He switches on an old light fixture and a bare ... (more)

[DISASTER LOOMS]

this is sad. i spent so much time playing ball at duggar park, and partying and hanging out in west medford. what a great aa community it use to be.