October 28, 2004  ·  Lessig

from a description in a financial emal:

For those outside New England who can’t understand the emotional significance, please indulge me the following tale: Earlier this morning, I went to grab a bagel and coffee at my regular haunt in Framingham, Mass. (western suburb of Boston). As I waited in line, an older man walked up to a woman who was reading The Boston Globe. He asked her if he could see the front page, because all of the newsstands in the area were already sold out. She offered him the entire paper, but he gently said that he just needed to see the cover. She showed it to him and he started to cry. Grown man in the middle of a coffee shop on an October morning. Cynicism has finally taken a holiday.