The crooked political parties do not need to disagree.

Jean Michel Basquiat

A four-way stop-sign interrupts my street, and beyond that some oak leaves swirl, lifted by an autumn wind. Late autumn moves toward winter, and this is an apt description of my life as well as the time of year. One can dream of the spring, or of the summer that has long passed, but what good is that? You cannot reach out to either. …