They had the color of tolerance. Free to be poor and ride with ice in my beard. Free to search in vain for a little house in Gold Hill. Free to buy a little piece of personal open space for a place to be and a right to exist. The price is frostbite in a teepee, taxation and lonely dire consequences.
Freedom is worth any price.
Now, it seems, there is a new quasi-religion. The mantra is open space. Environmentalists think this is so important that they come, each one in his SUV, to community meetings about not wanting to see more houses. But, like air run through those engines, shelter is basic to human survival. Now, my crime is opacity.