I was alone

01Nov I passed the last of the costumed revelers on my way downtown. Most of them were drunk or recovering from drink and they yelled to each other and laughed loudly. The financial district, however, was largely deserted except for the handful of late-night workers handling overseas markets— or trying to salvage their careers. Only …

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Time to end it

31Oct I set the effigy of wire and straw on the pavement in front of the John D. Bailey Center for Palliative Care and reached in my pocket for my lighter. The “John D,” as it was known, was built in the 60s to be something of an urban fortress of public safety. A striated-brick …

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