The tempest
The tempest
Off to DC this week to school some folks on how local tax policies subvert public investments in affordable housing. Hot stuff…but that may not be your cup of tea.
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"This level reach of blue is not my sea;
Here are sweet waters, pretty in the sun,
Whose quiet ripples meet obediently
A marked and measured line, one after one.
This is no sea of mine, that humbly laves
Untroubled sands, spread glittering and warm.
I have a need of wilder, crueler waves;
They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm.
So let a love beat over me again,
Loosing its million desperate breakers wide;
Sudden and terrible to rise and wane;
Roaring the heavens apart; a reckless tide
That casts upon the heart, as it recedes,
Splinters and spars and dripping, salty weeds."
- Dorothy Parker.
Thank You, Al, for this important work you're doing in the 'crueler waves' and I hope you speak loudly, as we need affordable housing as one of our top priorities in this country. Best to you on this journey!