inequity

Some of you read my first garden parable. Big tomato plants. A city council. A row of dead vines. The council starved the best plants, the buyers left, and then they held a ribbon-cutting because the gap between the best plant and the worst plant was finally zero.

Everything was equal. Everything was also dead. A proud day for equity.

Let me tell you about a garden.

Not a metaphor about hope or healing or some poem you would find tacked to a kindergarten bulletin board. No. This is a garden about money, taxation, and the spectacular self-inflicted economic implosion of places like New York City and California. Stay with me.