Chicago's Southside. Sometime between World War II and the present.
"What happens to a dream deferred? / Does it dry up / Like a raisin in the sun? / Or fester like a sore -- / And then run? / Does it stink like rotten meat? / Or crust and sugar over -- / Like a syrupy sweet? / Maybe it just sags / like a heavy load. / Or does it explode?" --Langston Hughes Or does it explode?" --Langston Hughes