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


The Off Season

In my pre-move post (May Madness), I predicted that our Bealtaine-tide drive from Sonoma to Rochester was going to be a bumpy ride. It was, indeed. Cassandra, at your service. What I failed to predict was that the Rocky Road to Rochester would prove to be the easiest part of the journey. To those of … Read more The Off Season