Saturday, February 18, 2012


The bridge reopened yesterday and today felt connected in a number of senses. It was also welcoming, or so I thought. I was walking in the highlands and was approaching Carmichael's to buy books for my niece. A man not much younger than myself sat outdoors at a table with a teenager, possibly his son. He wore a union hoodie and he distinctly glared at me and began singing a Billy Bragg song about "taking back our share from the wealthy." I paused and thought about showing the man my W-2s and then kept walking.


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