Yesterday I was on the tube when a young man got on. He was crying and begging for money or food.
As always on the tube people looked uncomfortable and tried to ignore him. 169 more words
The title describes the contents — the meanness not only of city and streets but also of characters and the poverty that confines them. These, I think, are stories written by a man who escaped such poverty and looks back on it only with relief that he managed to get out, and perhaps with a fear of falling back that erases generosity. 1,559 more words
Is America simply waiting for the huge, coming crisis in retirement funding to overtake us? What happens then?
The situation reminds me of the 1959 movie, … 707 more words