When Jack Wolinsky created the Southside Redevelopment Project he wasn't expecting to almost die from a savage racial beating. He expected to use his architectural skills to fix up the inner city, to create housing, employ people, and give them a profit-share in his startup. All this on a few credit cards left over from his corporate days and a notion that one crazy white dude could do something about race relations. He didn't expect to meet Fiona Reed, and have her throw a monkey wrench into his plans. Though she'd tell you it was her drive and ambition that gave his dream wings; her Terminator attitude that won the grants, the health insurance, did magic on a shoestring, while he was busy designing urban gardens and fishing homeless winos out of the garbage. Together, they grew the company, took tattered misfits and built a community, and made some inadvertent enemies. They rode a wave of euphoria doing what young people crave: daily meaning in their work. But he couldn't see her, wouldn't let himself see her. While all she had eyes for was him. Yet, when love finally came knocking, it was Fiona who turned tail and ran. When violence, race-memory and mistrust reared their ugly heads, and her overprotective daddy and Jack started the gut wrenching, mind bending, heart transforming conversation on race, where was little Miss Perfect then? Never mind that race is the most challenging issue sabotaging the American dream. Forget our need for fairy tales. Deny that black and white are like two saplings grown entwined, that can no longer be divided. All Jack's idealism came crashing down on his head when Fiona saved his life by leaving him; shattered, soul depleted and alone. For Jack, that was the beginning of crazy.