Illinois

A dispiriting Fourth

From the perspective of the Chickaming Community Garden, which Mr C and I customarily visit on the Fourth of July, I took stock of the nation, the part of it I know best—Chicago and Illinois—particularly.  For the first time ever I felt disillusioned—I let the holiday slip past unobserved—whereas I usually feel some optimism or pride.  For the moment, our society is not resurgent but in decline. More