Atlanta, GA
November 13, 2021
The phone buzzed.
“Mr. Breen?”, came the voice, as if from a mine shaft, barely audible over the ambient noise around it.
“Yes?”
“Can you come outside? The trench just collapsed.”
I hung up, and ran outside.
The last couple years, it’s frequently felt like the walls are closing in. Last week, just outside our front window, one of …
