As Bob Dylan once noted, birds aren’t really free from the chains of their skyway, and I certainly am not free of mine.
Left to my own devices, I might go fly free, but who can ever be left to their own devices, when there are mouths to be fed?
I can’t, and I gotta feed an underemployed wife, a precocious and voraciously hungry child and a schnauzer with a bottomless stomach. My nice six figure salary come with terms preventing me from talking about matters of pending and impending litigation, so instead, I write about politics.
But, lately NYC politics appears headed largely to discussions better handled by a crime reporter.
Even if I were allowed to comment, I wouldn’t be qualified.