In a Dark Time … The Eye Begins to See

“Cynic,”she called me when I said, “Disasters shouldn’t be this much fun,” and laughed out loud at bouncing cheerleaders in short skirts holding hastily scrawled signs reading, “Help Katrina’s Victims,” and pointed us to yet another car wash where we could watch idealistic teens try to scrub away generations of neglect. “Americans love a good [...]