“April is the cruelest month” (T.S. Eliot).
This April has too often been about moving widow-maker snow from a 90 foot long driveway to some neighbor-friendly site while waiting for the mother of all plow banks. I pace myself, working with a scoop and shovel; my carbon footprint is minimal, and any fossil fuel emissions are my own. It is a perfect time for thinking, and collating thoughts. Here are some of my musings and reflections.
1. We have a political genius living in the White House, and much of this genius has rubbed off on her husband, the President.
2. I have re...