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I read the article while sitting in a parking lot after buying a (computer) antivirus package and PCI card, then drove south in a state of reminiscence toward Hyde Park along the jeweled coast of my adopted city. Having grown up in the shadow, as it were, of Verdi Square, and then made a similar migration from Manhattan’s frenetic hustle to Chicago’s relative big-city tranquility, I cannot help but think how we are all, in our fashion, a nation of refugees searching for an elusive sanctuary. And there is no sanctuary.
Neither social status, education, or economic security can insulate any of us from viral replication. Privatization of what remains of public health insurance is not likely to make more health care available to the ill. Donor cards and China’s executed convicts together will not produce enough organs to satisfy the demand for liver replacements–David Crosby’s celebrity luck notwithstanding.
Uptown
