Requiem for a mean S.O.B.

Everyone who worked for Mac Alexander agreed he was a sour, unfeeling son-of-a-bitch. “Battery acid,” said one. “Cut him and he bleeds battery acid.” Mac Alexander ran construction jobs in and around Washington, D.C. with an iron hand....

One day, maybe people will understand

She sips her coffee slowly and examines the cup, searching for the best way to put her feelings into words. “I’m not quite sure how to describe this,” she says. Why not? “Because I’ve never quite felt this way before.” Felt what? “I’m in...