It’s typically fruitless to search for signs of the Apocalypse, but I believe I spotted one last night in Seattle: A near-capacity crowd of more than a thousand people in the sanctuary city where I live singing along, at full […]
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When I was a child growing up in an apartment building on Manhattan’s Upper West Side during the 1940s, I remember going down to the forbidden boiler room, where a huge furnace sat burning coal. Rosie, the building’s superintendent, opened […]
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