Open Letter to Occupyin’ Crybabies

When my sisters, brothers and I were little, Dad would every so often take a detour through the wealthiest of neighborhoods, on our way home from church.  I can still see him looking back at the five us, in the rear-view mirror, grinning, as we oohed and aahed over elegant archways, majestic balconies, porticos, sun rooms, minarets. We loved gazing upon those luxurious … [Read more...]