OK, Progressives, Can You Think About This?
I have a friend in the neighborhood: let us call him "Herman." When I met Herman, I thought he was probably homeless. He dressed kind of like he was, his dental state looked like he might be, and he seemed to just do odd jobs for a neighborhood grocery store. But, whatever: Herman was friendly, liked a good joke, and told some himself, so he was alright by me. But gradually, I saw Herman more and more places in the neighborhood, taking out the trash, sweeping the sidewalk, moving a piece of furniture. Well, a very energetic homeless man. Then he told me he was renting a place in the neighborhood for his business. We chatted a little about that, but it didn't make much of an impression on me. Yesterday I saw him blocks from his usual stomping grounds. "Herman, what are you doing up here?" "Oh, I have so much new business. I'm all over. I just got a couple of dozen buildings in Park Slope." "What? How can you do all that?" ...