No More Songs For Melody

Last year I wrote in The Intercept about a woman whose homelessness was a product of profound mental illness. She was getting help. And then, she wasn't.

As I dropped off a friend at the airport Sunday, we talked about how Hartsfield-Jackson organizes things. After fighting traffic to get there, orange cones dividing driving lanes at departure seemed like a conspiracy. I mused about the math of queuing theory from grad school. People study this stuff. About 275,000 people manage to get in and out of that…