I’ll let you in on a secret. I was not sitting in my pickup at dawn Thursday with a load of folding chairs, jealously watching my chosen spot, prepared to fend off sooners and claim jumpers, ready to move at the strike of 7 to mark my territory and show the world what is rightfully mine. Mine! My parade spot! Keep off!
From our no-good-deed-goes-unpunished file comes the ballad of Mario Fry. Newly retired, two years ago Fry embarked on his dream of restoring an old home, offering revival to the work of a century past, making it fit shelter for a family and a point of pride for a rising neighborhood. This, we should all agree, is a good thing, for Fry and for many others.
Do not joke about William Shatner. The former Capt. Kirk proposes building a pipeline to divert water from the Northwest to “solve” California’s drought. He’s launched a fundraising campaign on Kickstarter.
Everyone frets about income inequality. It is the cause of the season, and should be. Its burdens are felt by every working soul and exploited by every I-feel-your-pain politician. We have developed an economy where two-thirds of the populace are condemned to a steady erosion of their standing, while the top fly ever higher. Disparity grows by the day, seemingly not to be stopped, and this has profound social, economic and political ramifications.
All the signs are there — the op-eds, left-sided press releases promising a last fatal wringing of the middle class, the threats against errant Democrats, their union benefactors seething and ready to withdraw their campaign subsidies, Republicans enjoying the prospect of Democratic roosters in the pit while they tout their dedication to commerce.