February 28, 2009
Too much of the huddled masses yearning to be free this week. First at the DMV, where the lines snaked so far back that they looped back beside the original lines, filled with dejected people, despairing mothers of crying children (expressing what all the adults couldn’t), herded into some semblance of order by the bored security guard; Then at the farmacia, where one can (theoretically) see a doctor for about $60, if you’re willing to brave yet another line that may take hours, and usually does. I have no insurance, and no choice, so I wait. And wish for insurance.