The wind comes off the lake cold sometimes, even in June, whistling through the gaps in the elevated train tracks down on Wells Street. It’s the kind of morning where people duck their heads, hurrying to get inside, some to the high-rise trading floors with the panoramic views, others to the windowless cubicles where the Read More …
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A View from the Street
I’ve spent a lifetime listening. I’ve sat at kitchen tables where the Formica was peeling and in mahogany offices where the air felt too thin to breathe. This thing we call the “MAGA movement.” They talk about a Carpenter from Nazareth, a man who didn’t have a stone to lay his head on, yet they’ve Read More …