When I was in high school, I had a 45-60 minute D-train ride from our apartment in Brookly Heights up to the Fordham stop in the Bronx. Every Wednesday, I would buy the Village Voice and devour it on the train. After years in New England I literally forgot about it. I should order a subscription.
Anyway, Nat Hentoff writes on John Ashcroft. I’m starting to sound like a broken record here but when when when when when when will this end?