(From my WireTap column)
An early morning flight to D.C., day-long conference and empty cityscape drained me of energy.
Exhausted, I stepped out of my nondescript hotel into the street and felt a heavy air pregnant with moisture. Heading down the sidewalk to find dinner, I came across the shadow of a man who had the unmistakable gait of → Read More: Muslim in America: Identity and Isolation
