Consider that bell ringer. He represented maybe half a percent of the population of that scene. In the face of those numbers, where does he get the conviction to believe he can do good in the world? I mean, doesn’t he have any decency?

Consider that bell ringer. He represented maybe half a percent of the population of that scene. In the face of those numbers, where does he get the conviction to believe he can do good in the world? I mean, doesn’t he have any decency?
I met Star last week, on a brilliantly cold night when he and his fellow Occupiers were huddled together in front of City Hall’s cul-de-sac. He confided to me that his plan for changing the world involves vilifying the rich to the point that their wives withhold sex.
Great piece by Max Cooper in the Nov. 9 Xpress [“Asheville Argus: Eyes on the Street”]. His pictorial and verbal observations of today's Asheville amplify my misconceptions of the Asheville I experienced 70 years ago as a young GI in an infantry basic training camp in South Carolina. It was hotter than hell in that […]
I park my car in front of the Masonic Temple, and between there and the bistro I encounter two young boys doing their best to kick pigeons on the sidewalk, a half-dozen street performers, and a man screaming violently at passersby. In spite of all of this, it’s the enormous falcon that draws a crowd.
Report from a Saturday evening in Asheville’s public space.
Disenchanted Asheville artist Max Cooper points his camera at the street: “Everybody lies, but some people lie more than others. Some people claim not to lie at all. We call those people journalists.”