The Dawning of the Age of Apocalypse
In 1968, I got my first real inkling that the trajectory of the human race was hurtling us toward a less-than lovely tomorrow. Evanston Township High School, freshman biology, somewhere between counting fruit flies and dissecting fetal pigs, we studied population growth rates and the effects of overpopulation on the social bonds and behavior of … Read more The Dawning of the Age of Apocalypse