The Social Problems That Must Not Be Named It happened on the morning of February 11, 2010. I was walking from my parking spot on the grounds of the state capitol (one of the few perks of being a member of the General Assembly) to my business office on the other side...
This last Sunday evening I made a quick trip to our local, suburban grocery store. As I left the nearly empty parking lot and waited at the red light to turn on to Arapahoe Road, a young/old woman stood to my left holding a worn cardboard sign that read,...