Forgetting Adam Smith

Scotland, I confess, is a likeable nation. The sky there is a mild, pastel blue; the soft clouds hang over the land’s crags and pastures patiently, like a melody that is in no hurry to reach the end of itself. When I was there, the rain came and went, sometimes two or three times each…

Clean Streets, USA

Artists often begin their careers by imitating the work of others. The act of imitation in this context is not a form of theft, but rather, a means for the artist to develop his skill until he comes to maturity. With this thought in mind, I can’t help but think of Detroit as an adolescent…

The Ever-Present Puritan

There is a half-cocked theory in one of George Orwell’s essays that I have been eager to steal. It is not a true theft, of course, if I give some credit to Orwell for the inspiration, so this is my obligatory nod to that great essayist. I feel as if he stumbled on an idea…