With all due respect, the Reverend Jesse Jackson’s recent slip—“…didn’t know the mike was on…”—sadly illustrates that sometimes high-profile people have two opposing truths, one to tell us and one to remain unspoken. How serendipitous that a mike left on captured a man’s true feelings that otherwise may have gone unheard. No one would have gotten upset, trusting fully that he felt differently, that they clearly knew his heart.

From all of us who worked to “Save the Livery,” you are welcome.

I’m getting old. I may not look old or act old, but chronologically it’s here.

I found it hard to believe that you wrote three pages about the Broadway Market (“What the Market Will Bear,” Artvoice v7n26), including “What the [Market’s] future might look like” without mentioning the only thing that will save it—move it.