Why We Tend to Suck
Sitting on the greenway just on the edge of the North End of Boston at the end of my ten day vacation from the World I Know, I'm overcome with a sense of both calm and dread. Watching children play in fountains on a Sunday morning in an American city, people of all stripes (old Italian men, young black women, a Latino man, an Asian couple) sitting and drinking coffee and feeling the sun begin to warm the air, I get …