Sitting here tonight composing a letter on a computer, not pen and paper, to be transmitted over a cable system that has since swallowed about a dozen or so smaller systems, while I hear all around me about billions spent on bridges by jurisdictions having no money on a community that has long since deindustrialized and not recovered while planners frantically scramble to slice and dice the once thriving remnants of neighborhoods into smaller and smaller compartmentalized areas divided by asphalt and concrete. When is it time to stop, look about and say no more? If this is progress, I fail to see it.
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