Sorry for the above language, but I used a more vulgar verb last night while watching a PBS NewsHour segment about new expensive public housing in Chicago. I was still fuming when I awoke this morning. Maybe my nerves are frayed over my father's recent death and the unpleasant task of moving my 82-year-old mother out of the very humble house that she shared with him for 60 years in St. Louis -- a house that they had made livable over the years through sweat equity. But even with a lifetime of scrimping on their meager income to buy remodeling...
