The Star Market is a poem in the New Yorker creating some interesting discussion. It was written by a poet with a disability.
h/t SDS list serv
Discovered this weekend that all the curb cuts were fixed and brought into compliance on a local street due to everyone working together - ahhh so nice when that happens! Far better to light a candle than curse the darkness. And light one also for Brent Martin that he may rest in peace.
