The morning after Halloween, I was riding my bike through our Brooklyn neighborhood and all seemed normal. A woman carrying a Starbucks coffee carried on a cellphone conversation about how many trick or treaters they’d gotten, a jogger wearing white earbuds and spandex dashed by, a dog walker dutifully scooped up poop. And it all made me suddenly, intensely angry.…
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