ABSTRACT
For September, the weather was both typical and gorgeous, unusually hot, sunny, and brilliantly filled with possibilities. A clear blue sky stretched above the buildings all around, silhouetting the red brick and brownstone homes and green leaves and subtle bark of trees. Since I had no classes scheduled for Tuesday, the day was my own. On my way to the swimming pool at the Brooklyn YWCA at 6:30 a.m., I stopped at a local public school to vote in the primary election, but the voting booths were not set up. Birdsong and the occasional car horn were pleasant normal sounds as I got my son off to school, and went back to vote.
