‘Tear Down This Big, Beautiful Wall’

We were sitting outside a Chicago hotel, waiting for the Uber. This was the modern world in all its glory; the proud towers of this bustling and bankrupt city rising above, a glass-clad slab in my hand summoning a private ride to the airport. America has its problems, sure — but from here it looks pretty darn Great already.

Daughter: Did you get my book from the hotel room?