by Matthew Friedman | Apr 5, 2020 | Essays
Every day is Sunday. The parking lot at the busiest commuter station in Mass Bay Transit Authority’s light rail system is vacant except for one Honda and one Subaru Impreza. The streets are deserted under the glorious sun of a New England spring day. There will be a...
by Matthew Friedman | Mar 17, 2020 | Commentary
“Just purchased 4 rolls of toilet paper, kinda feel like Indiana Jones.” My friend had just returned from shopping the bare shelves of a suburban Chicago supermarket like an action hero for the essentials to survive a plague. “It’s eerie and quiet out there,” joked...
