A CLOUDY day: do you know what that is in a town of iron-works? The sky sank down before dawn, muddy, flat, immovable. The air is thick, clammy with the breath of crowded human beings. It stifles me.

IN THE MORNING. AND KEEP IN MIND, SOME AREAS STILL HAVE A SNOW PACK OUT THERE, BUT THE GROUND IS PRETTY FROZEN, SO A LOT OF ...