Until 2016, citizens could be confident it’d be mostly well-heeled white men. When Ann and I arrived in the seventies, only Stalin’s daughter lived down our block on Hoving Road—the sole celebrity curio in town. We’d see her walking her Pomeranians past our house every day and letting them shit on our lawn as if she owned it. Gone now are those days—casualties of the housing boom, the housing crash, Hurricane Sandy, multiculturalism, 9/11, the rise of the right, ISIS, the Taliban and broadband—and far beyond my powers to alter.
