Words fail on how our shared communal welfare status quo, as imperfect as it is, could be so trashed further this week. I guess that other people never had a brother like mine, who, on the brink of ...

I see you, morning, afternoon, evening. You have a dog, walking through the neighborhood. Your dog sniffs, strains forward, trots, taking in everything around it. But you? You are transfixed to your ...