After a day spent haggling with the callous mandarins of America’s health-care system, I’m back to working on the final chapter of the book. I actually came up with a killer last line while walking Microkhan Jr. to school this morning; everything else, alas, is a mess, which is why I’m just leaving you with instructions to check out Jon Rhodes’ photographs of Australia’s rougher precincts. I’m particularly fond of this stout fellow’s joie de vivre.
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