Inflation Chronicles: The Aristocracy Decrees That Peasants Will Sleep In Parking Lots

I have a dog who wakes up with the sun and immediately wants a nice long hike. Over the years, he’s trained me to accept his schedule, so at the crack of dawn we drive to one of a dozen or so nearby trails that he counts as his territory.

One of our regular hikes starts at a roadside rest that used to be, well, normal — which is to say safe, well-mainta…