on the way to get mister and home i pass the lab school where it's business as usual. they don't need more teachers, the class sizes are appropriate, they are well paid, and need no union. then i get to the corner where the demolition crew is tearing down the old american taxi building and the opposite corner where the public school strike is enthusiastically happening. 
this three square block bike ride seems emblematic of our harsh and desperate economy. society crumbles under the wrecking ball of the elite, and the people carry on, and rise up.