My Inspiration Is Really Very Simple: I'm

I Might Have Missed My Calling As An Editor. In The Spring, The Sight Of My Empty Garden Beds Gives Me The Horticultural Equivalent Of Writers' Block: So Much Space! So Many Plants To Choose Among, And Yet None Of Them Seem Quite Right!

College Athletics Are So Entrenched And Enjoyed By So Many People That They Will Never Be Discontinued Or Substantially Changed. I Know That. I Just Pity The People Caught In That Tender Trap. And Most Of All, I Pity Those Kids.

I Have Worked On Pcs And On Macs And, While I Have My Preferences, I Don't Find It Crippling To Work On One Rather Than The Other.

Now We're E-mailing And Tweeting And Texting So Much, A Phone Call Comes As A Fresh Surprise. I Get Text Messages On My Cell Phone All Day Long, And It Warbles To Alert Me That Someone Has Sent Me A Message On Facebook Or A Reply Or Direct Message On Twitter, But It Rarely Ever Rings.

We Do A Lot Of Bird-watching Up In The Country, But We Almost Never Have A Chance To People-watch. There Simply Aren't Enough Human Beings Up Here: There Is Nowhere You Can Park Yourself With A Cup Of Coffee And Observe The Species On Parade.