EYE ON THE PIE: Can policymakers take the truth?
We met across the street from the Statehouse, a place where smokers are still welcome. In a deep doorway, unseen from office windows or by pedestrians, stood my friend, Sore Throat. “After Deep Throat was unveiled, I didn’t know if you would show up,” I said. He gave a guttural laugh. “Hey, I’m still here. You can change the parties, but the Webees remain.” “The Webees?” I queried. “Yeah,” he growled. “They put in their new people at the top,…