I’m riding my bike to work on a frosty morning this winter when I encounter a couple, dressed in poverty, arguing intensely on a street corner. Their words do violence to each other until he finally storms away, hurt and raging, while she’s left crying, waiting for the light to the change. Both of them are dressed poorly; tattered sweatshirts (hood up on this cold morning), inadequate shoes, denim. They have bags, small backpacks. As we go our different ways,... Read more